i'm mold
let me explain why;
i'll sneak up on you and
stick around like sticky caramel syrup and
hanging onto your skin and
suddenly i'm there
foreverand you won't let go of me;
i'm stitched into your soul
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Poppyseed
Poésie"Do you know how actually you are a flower? In the middle of its blooming?"
mold stitches
i'm mold
let me explain why;
i'll sneak up on you and
stick around like sticky caramel syrup and
hanging onto your skin and
suddenly i'm there
foreverand you won't let go of me;
i'm stitched into your soul