May 17, 2025
More in MosquitoBytes Volume 02: Amaranthine Fetish - 2005 Sad Intent
Spurious Being
I don't die without you here For as you say You cannot kill the dead I tremble when you are My breath comes in gasps My mind melts No tears because you're gone So why did I cry last night Because I was not there I was focused, intent Your sadness told me I adore you © 2005, Mosquitobyte
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