Mosquito

Sucking your blood, I desire It hurts more than fire The haunting sounds you hear prior I am a horrible flyer Observing your every move while I stalk Notifications arise when I knock Children of the night I mock However, I don’t acquire a clock Once I bite, no turning back You don’t even know if I attack Death is upon me with one smack Depressing, because you would have been a delightful snack.

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Raymond

27 / M / Montreal / QC

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