Parading

To forget—

then remember ... What if, between this one and the one
then remember ... What if, between this one and the one
then remember … What if, between this one and the one
we hoped for, there’s a third life, taking its own
we hoped for, there’s a third life, taking its own
slow, dreamlike hold, even now—blooming, in spite of us? —Carl Phillips
slow, dreamlike hold, even now—blooming, in spite of us?
—Carl Phillips

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