your worries
are like
sunflower seeds.
that will never
bloom.
you can't
stop with them.
one after another.
getting stuck
between your
teeth. you want
to spit the whole
bag out,
but you can't.
keep your hands
from going in,
for more.
are like
sunflower seeds.
that will never
bloom.
you can't
stop with them.
one after another.
getting stuck
between your
teeth. you want
to spit the whole
bag out,
but you can't.
keep your hands
from going in,
for more.
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