empty packages which once belonged for cookies
spilled all over my desk
playing games until i can see the sunrise and hear the birds wake up from their wintersleepwell, my life is a mess (once again)
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01. poppyseed
Poetry🌾 about people, little moments, bumblebees, universe and made-up words
a mess
empty packages which once belonged for cookies
spilled all over my desk
playing games until i can see the sunrise and hear the birds wake up from their wintersleepwell, my life is a mess (once again)