Poetry (:

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I live down by an ocean that has breeze

My body is filled with warmth all around

My smiles are for you when you tickle me

My heart is for you to heal when I'm broken

My memories are about us, the way we talk, the way we smile

My land is for your water, we have to share

My land has run dry but I'm still with you

The trees are for us to breathe

The world is full of meanies, good people and happy people and sad people.

The way you take a trip around the world and come back the same is funny

I used to cry hoping you come home

We'd have an empty spot at dinner where you sat

A/n I hope you like it... I tried

Xoxoxo phoebe (:

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