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Illustration by @luciesalgado
Before,
It was none but a bit of curiosity
From surreal fantasies
Felt through years of brutal loneness
And wishful instances
That one instance was you
Or, so I thought at that time
An instance of a usual possibility
And familiar butterflies I forcefully bred
But was immediately dumbfounded
When I realized I was swallowing the butterflies instead
One butterfly for that time you spoke my name,
Another for a small secret you unveiled,
Two when I glimpsed at your normal state,
Every one you non chalantly offered
I got eight
And then you opened a cage of your own dead butterflies
Between wonder, laughs and lies
A thousand of them revived and crossed to mine
Fighting the first few ones in my insides
Producing tension on my stomach I cautiously hide
In this now a garden of larvae I unconciously built
Each specie morphing by insecurity, jealousy and expectancy
for that instance of you to be true
Up until now,
I count more and more butterflies every time I look at you
162 Launches
Part of the Poetry collection
Published on August 11, 2018
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