honeydew / no melancholy.
Apr 2, 2021
a poem.
sitting in a field
pulling flowers
from their roots,
i rub the one
between my fingers
beneath your chin.
do you adore buttercream?
can you hear my heart scream?
a poem.
sitting in a field
pulling flowers
from their roots,
i rub the one
between my fingers
beneath your chin.
do you adore buttercream?
can you hear my heart scream?
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