Parading

to love life, to love it even

crumbles like burnt paper in your hands, —Ellen Bass
when you have no stomach for it
when you have no stomach for it
and everything you've held dear
and everything you’ve held dear
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands, —Ellen Bass
crumbles like burnt paper in your hands,
—Ellen Bass

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