Poems from gravitateup
Let's take the boat out
A cradle to take you back
Waves to lap whispers into your ears
"be kind, behind. be kind,"
lullabies secrets
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There is something wrong with my insides
They are too still, too silent
The wind blows and my brain tries to compensate so it has become...
There is something wrong with my insides
They are too still, too silent
The wind blows and my brain tries to compensate so it has become...