sometimes i get lost
in fabrics and poem and thoughts about you & me
i get lost in wildflower fields and chocolate biscuits
lost in books filled with magical creatures and
handwritten wordsor how about upbeat songs and
cigarette texts between you & me and
weed leaves on my tongue
ready to be swallowed down my burnt throat
ready to get lost like peter panbecause i am, indeed,
a lost boi
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01. poppyseed
Poetry🌾 about people, little moments, bumblebees, universe and made-up words