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the parade was a whisper in the past

drawn half in color, the rest black and white

but about what is true there is no answer

because she couldn’t be sure

if there really had been a parade

or if it was merely a figment

of her overactive imagination

caught on something she wanted to be

but wasn’t.

i don’t know-

i can’t remember.

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