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The Mosquito
So today, the mosquito told me,
as he sucked my blood,
that he’s done,
being the little voice in head,
he’s crawling away, after he’s had his fill.
Yes, crawling, with whatever dignity
a parasite can have,
so he took his time,
and I didn’t even notice his absence,
my skin was numb,
but I felt his emptiness,
of what he took,
of what he sucked,
yeah, I can feel it,
the slight absence
as my heart pump,
and as you weave though my veins,
I can feel what’s gone,
what’s left me,
and I’d like to say
that I don’t give a shit,
but the mosquito knows,
he can feel me still within,.
That subtle as it was,
I miss his take, I miss his prick,
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I like boys with strong convictions and convicts with perfect diction, Underdogs with good intentions Amputees with stamp collections
-So Nice, So Smart
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