Magicicada Song Comments

We wondered life over a wart that summer night, soon talking of forever and how the bugs reemerge. I had perplexed if maybe the kiss was reason for the wart, as if you were the frog and I the prince. All soon flew away as time is wont to drift. But maybe all lives come down to this.

We live most of our time far underground. That summer night in the forest, our large eyes were wide and our well veined wings went transparent. So goes the skin of a heart when all is clicking, when emotions forget to be afraid. If only that rare time in life had stayed.
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