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a
mosquito comes
colour of weather
for sure, another world to it
steers the drips between
days, years
one to
this one's in a business suit
and this one channels satan
sleek limousine
craft lands
to excavate, extract
and I'm a new found
flagged to count
it's the bar code in the blood
decrypted
by geeks of the little air
must be heavier than
some secret will propels
doctor innocuous
and your outdoor injecting room
a skin too thin to take
I coil up smoke
to cure the air
and bear my own
ill wind about
they live for months, the bastards, in their lucifer linens
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