Psyche Incognito
Sometimes,
I open a message
from there words
fly like butterflies,
stabbing my face, stabbing my back
I sit all in the dust,
I start to glow from the inside
for there are people on earth
wants to talk to me
drink with me like the sun.
Copyright © Hugo Sarvida Jr. | Year Posted 2025
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