we started
our life as seeds and burst out into
teeny tiny green sprouts
ready to discover the polluted air and
fractures of dreams-you grew out like
a field of daffodils or just hundreds of delphiniums
filled with sweet smells and honeyed nectarand I just grew out to be a
potato.
.....; yes, that's itbut i finally realize
that it's actually fucking great
to be a potato
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01. poppyseed
Poetry🌾 about people, little moments, bumblebees, universe and made-up words