aren't those magical pieces of flesh?
how we knead fresh dough
and how we fill them with dirt to plant new life
pluck peaches from the trees
how we touch, touch each other's fingers
and tangle them togetherthose hands of ours
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01. poppyseed
Poetry🌾 about people, little moments, bumblebees, universe and made-up words
hands
aren't those magical pieces of flesh?
how we knead fresh dough
and how we fill them with dirt to plant new life
pluck peaches from the trees
how we touch, touch each other's fingers
and tangle them togetherthose hands of ours