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Don’t worry, my queen

No one is betraying you

Don’t worry, my queen

Nobody hates you

Don’t worry, my queen

Your subjects are loyal

There’s this song that I know of,

that speaks to my heart, it speaks to everyone’s hearts

A holy song, played on the 21st night of September

Perhaps to alleviate, perhaps to gift

The string of memories burns my hand,

My 12-year-old self can barely understand.

The balloon is purple, her favorite color,

She is my great-grandmother.

The air in the balloon is filled with every memory I remember,

Melodies are like a cloudless sky,

sometimes gliding into your head

and other times disappearing into a thin wisp of air like an

Umbrella of fear,

In all your sadness and glory

Let me be there

Own the fact I will be here forever

Very much attached to your side

Even when you wish me gone

Your light will always guide my ship

I see the branches of a small tree,

And several phone chargers all around me,

A can of tomato soup empties into the flowing brown water

And a small pen that belonged to Mrs. Leah’s daughter,