hold my fingers into the
mellow sunshine,
rubbing the buttery cookie crumbs off
they fall down on my stomach,
like heavy grains of dust
with a soft thud.
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biscuit basket.
Poetrybiscuit basket. is a meadow upon the one thousand and twenty three days of summer. pick up your baskets and let's go find some fruits for lunch. enjoy your summer here. [lowercase intended] 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱: 25 April 2021 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱: 24 July 2022 1...
𝗰𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀
hold my fingers into the
mellow sunshine,
rubbing the buttery cookie crumbs off
they fall down on my stomach,
like heavy grains of dust
with a soft thud.
