spend my days in an endless field of meadows, with sheep as big as bushes. wool as soft as clouds alike, knitted cardigans dyed with french pink. the sheep would carry me wherever. i would weave myself sweet in their plush pillow and go to sleep, only to wake up to a meadow anew. with blankets of watermelon and rouge. pompon swimming in the air.
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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...
