outside

at night 

during the summer 

they just sit in the trees and scream. 

for love, maybe. or they're just bugs and they want to fuck. 

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at night you could hear them outside my window. i slept with the window open. i listened. 

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for me, cicadas will always be something special. i don't know why. the sound they make isn't really pleasant, but the thought of it makes me ache. i guess because it reminds me of home. 

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(rerererererererererererererererererereeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee)