Mosquitoes
I am not moved a mused
neither have i an excuse
to be confused....
Only filling my fuse.
Patiently. Patient...
i wait a client
all this make-up but just ingredients
the real me is a valiant.
But tonight, i forward the seal
of my appeal
so if u can dare my plea
have mercy ON MY meal.
on my kneels
i can feel
love me, but do not rape...
have me, without your blade.
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