snow in deep valley

she asked me 
what snow was like.

i told her it was
as soft and white
as her bed sheets.

when she asked
how cold felt,

i put my hand 
to the window,
touching the hot sting
of winter’s breath.

then she asked
if she was going to live.

i didn’t reply.

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