7 3 24 the flutter

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7 3 24 the flutter

The flutter of mosquito wings

in the dark room

as I twist and turn

on my feathered pillow

and I claw at the dark,

shoot out a knife hand

but in the end

roll back onto my soft belly

while offering my back

to this female thing that sucks blood.

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