we were all
cought in bird cages as
trapped as dust-feathered birds that evening
us never letting
go of feelings and thoughts and soft touches
all i could think about that evening
is how your lips tasted;
how they would feel like if they touched my
shattered and scared lips
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01. poppyseed
Poetry🌾 about people, little moments, bumblebees, universe and made-up words
