May 16, 2025
More in MosquitoBytes Volume 03: Ensanguined Quiescence - 2005 Wolverine
Amaranthine Fetish
I stumbled to this day With no purpose Lost in a miasma of hate Yet today I differ I feel strength Restrained yet violent It only awaits a thought These lungs breathe Greedily they take the air I do not strain As with feral grace I lope into the day © 2005, Mosquitobyte
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