he is the north east
tough and hard
cruel and cold
unforgivable beautiful winters
snowing january birthdays
brutal summers
blue summers
holding hands to fate
she cut off the red ribbon for him
he cut off the line
they jumped ship
they took care
to solidify salted wounds
push it back to start
the blue line of time
cold december love lap sitting
hold her in your arms
before it is too late
warm august walks hand holding
split open split open
her wounds are split open
from so far away
far away oceans; mythical peoples
day sleep; visits on the dream plane; houses we haunted as children
compassion is not a sign of weakness
forgiveness is not a sign of defeat
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