Parading

calling the sky “a grey slate” or clouds

“the color of erasure.” How much we trust
“the color of erasure.” How much we trust
“the color of erasure.” How much we trust
depends on what’s at stake—in my case,
depends on what’s at stake—in my case,
love, I thought, though I was mistaken.
love, I thought, though I was mistaken.
Trees understand the word for ”sky,“ —Gary Miranda
Trees understand the word for ”sky,“
—Gary Miranda

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