i hear the rough
yet gentle rustling of the cicadas
amidst the nightly breeze
that touch my pale brown skin
embracing the darkness that lingers darkness that is a mere glimpse
of the pain i feel inside
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Poesíaa collection of his thoughts, questions, and manifestations on love and all the in-betweens
night
i hear the rough
yet gentle rustling of the cicadas
amidst the nightly breeze
that touch my pale brown skin
embracing the darkness that lingers darkness that is a mere glimpse
of the pain i feel inside