Missing you is a tide in the middle of the night;
As the moon hangs high in the sky, it's gravity pulls on me
and the waves from the deepest parts of the sea
come crashing to shore
And the flood
is overwhelming
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Poetry and All Things Alike
Poetrypoetry, short stories and a collection of everything else. these are the ongoing thoughts that run through my brain day by day, and a measure of life and what I know of it. everything on here is original work by me.
