Friday

snow so b l u e 

when we met my 
heart was young
  and torn
heard the children die
in the River
held the blood of
her father
the heart of her mother
asking for help 
when nothing else 
seems clear
rain down on this soul
open up these thoughts
show the hidden love
"and 
now i begin to
understand myself"
she said

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