states of tide
my high is tide
and my loud is mind
and my garden is filled with blue memories from
when my tide was warm
and my mind was calm
and my hugs were little and my eyes used to glow
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Poetrythoughts that live in my mind. i call them to come downstairs and ask them to tell me how they are. they are in their rooms most of the time really. but i need them to talk. if they dont they'll explode. and i cant afford more 'out of range' rooms i...
