17 SEEDS

There’s a boom that’s gone sonic

smoking me chronic

I thought about weaving a thread

rumors from Hermes

adrift in my tonic

are whispering what’s gone unsaid

one step through the portal

to secrets immortal

shaking the ground with what

spills from my head

but I do not court it

I only report it

seventeen seeds

on an alchemists bed

Create the day you wish~ Love you, Zoe :)

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