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June 09, 2026
More in MosquitoBytes Volume 04: Ruminative Relic - 2005 Complexities
Amaranthine Fetish
Rancid breath This rotting flesh Demons locked inside No hiding from her Yet they fade away Seem undefined As my mirrored complexion smiles For in truth it seems She loves me So though shadows are still there It is no longer blindly that I stare And in the mornings though cry It escapes as but a sigh © 2005, Mosquitobyte
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