May 18, 2025
More in MosquitoBytes Volume 07: Irradiated mDNA Retrovirus - 2006 Desert Storms
Diaphanous Heliotrope
Blood pours upon my face
Words of love
May turn to hate
That way
I will not go
You love me
That is clear
Still
You cling to your fears
So leave me
Blind
Such love is unkind
A desert wind
That sears our hearts
Burns the ground
As our tongues lap at sand
It’s time to soothe
Our friendship
Our land
© 2006, Mosquitobyte
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