Like the rise of a tide
I swell when you dropp a hi
when you are cold and ice and snow
and drift away far afloat
and refuse to listen
I soon ebb
the higher you build a wall around
the deeper I dive underground
bruised, bleeding but full of hope
I let out calls full of sound
All I can aspire is
the feel of your conversations
and place a pearl in your palm
gathered from deep oceans
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