Sand house blues
I’ll be fine at high tide
When my wants are washed away
Counting on vapor to stay
Holding wind’s hands for a day
Full of nonsense but slowly opening all vents
Air out yeah pray then repent.
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Dreary days have purpose
Learning I shouldn’t be so nervous
Friends out of service
Loved ones who never surface
Being afraid of blessed waves
Doesn’t make sense so I’ll learn how to behave
Buildings I’ve treasured
Wash away.
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I’ll be fine no matter what tide I’m in.
