my thoughts are telling me that
the only way
i make art is to
write poem and
illustrate those red-dotted socks and
that kinda stuffbut
what i didn't realize is
that i make art every daywith the way i talk and
the diary filled with secrets and love and
flowers i collect to tape them on my wall and
how i think about things and
even the way i make my coffeeart is so much more than creating something
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01. poppyseed
Poetry🌾 about people, little moments, bumblebees, universe and made-up words