Nothing that is lived is ever forgotten .
It pulls on the tides.
Stories & secrets
Your morning coffee
The stuff that make you feel safe & tingly inside.
The strings been weaved together,
The strings been pulled apart.
One by one.
Strand by strand.
It’s all smells so sweet in the air.
I feel safe,warm and fuzzy inside.



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