let it rain flames from my light-green-marbled candle
and iced-coffee, and nettle tea and acorn porridge from our insides
because who doesn't like oreos?
(if you really know me, you would get what i meant there)
let's hum a song on the beat of the treasure we call our hearts
and dip our noses in each other
can i ever stop thinking about anything sexual?
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01. poppyseed
Poezja🌾 about people, little moments, bumblebees, universe and made-up words
