blue children: gathered in a mirror
hard to remember intelligence,
amazing interiors of crumbled castles
weigh the heavy heads of coy observers
on the light-weight of joy filled hearts
like the dips of a camel
foresight comes and sums
through at throught
threw my bone
never want to be left alone
now
snow
rein,
rain.
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