Though time tells the truth,
The tide tells tales.
Tonight, the tide titters.
Talkative, translucent, thoroughly thalassic.
Transparent though transcendental.
Terribly tantalizing.
About the Creator
Crystal McGraw
I'm always speaking my mind, When I'm better off biting my tongue
I'm a bad joke at the wrong time .Hell,I'm a legend in my own mind
I'm good for some but I'm not for everyone~Brother's Osbourne.
I'm here to write stories& tell my story.
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