Red Rivers

October 1, 2019

The riveres running deep.

Its warm but cold, red and not blue.

It cuts and it creates scars that fade, but never disappear.

Don't disturb it's nature, but for what is done can't be undone.

The past can change the future but the future can become the past.

For the rivers running deep.

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