i was middle-aged and business-normal
i was holding a little girl's hand
and she was holding a big red balloon
we were walking in the crowded city sun
the sidewalk was making us move faster
a man jumped to his death nine buildings in front of us
i told the little girl to release the balloon
so the man could go the heaven through it
while people ran past
with open, gasping faces
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