In the crimson dawn, a tale unfurls,
A scorching day, the heat unfurls,
Lost in a haze, my mind unfurls,
A journey from haven to infernal swirls.
Amidst this chaos, a mosquito takes flight,
Brandishing a bagpipe with all its might,
"Ma nagan dance nachna," it cries with delight,
A whimsical tune, dancing in the twilight.
As it pierces my skin, a crimson...
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