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June 08, 2026
More in MosquitoBytes Volume 03: Ensanguined Quiescence - 2005 Blind Exposure
Amaranthine Fetish
I stand here exposed Yet they see not the blood The stench of it pervades And they say naught Do the stigmata mean nothing? Look into my eyes you fools See you not the darkness? Listen! You have ears Of what do I speak? Not of joy But of death A deluge Pain Here I am I tell you all this All you can say is "Great poem" Not all writing is a story Though many speak of me © 2005, Mosquitobyte
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