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Tears Found in Marble Stone

by Alina Gregorian

The future is a set of keyboard notes playing at the same time. We thought metaphors were seeds, so we planted a garden. When nothing grew, we cried into the branches. When will April sigh? We’ll shed petals across the continent. We’ll button sleeves against the wind. We wash parsley in our yard, as we sing too many goodbyes. We’re going to rain today. Tomorrow we’ll only snow.

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