Parading

There’s a dream I have in which I

love the world. I run from end to end like fingers
love the world. I run from end to end like fingers
love the world. I run from end to end like fingers
through her hair. There are no borders, only wind.
through her hair. There are no borders, only wind.
Like you, I was born. Like you, I was raised in the
Like you, I was born. Like you, I was raised in the
institution of dreaming. Hand on my heart. Hand
institution of dreaming. Hand on my heart. Hand
on my stupid heart. —Cameron Awkward-Rich
on my stupid heart.
—Cameron Awkward-Rich

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