There is a current in my veinsA tide that ebbs
Cycling the insane
Thought that is
Washing up on shore
Amidst the stormy dark
And unhinging a door
To my wooden heart
Photography by Joshua Thomas
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There is a current in my veinsA tide that ebbs
Cycling the insane
Thought that is
Washing up on shore
Amidst the stormy dark
And unhinging a door
To my wooden heart
Photography by Joshua Thomas
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