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RE: The image is made of own imagination and thoughts

in #art5 years ago

Mosquito I see you blue.

Mosquito you are a tiny being but I see you big

Because when you chop you leave a big mark and how the miserable itches

It's your mosquito who torments my mornings

Because you chop so hard you look like a machine

You suck me so much blood
that I see blue now

You leave me so dizzy and weak that I don't know what happens

Little mosquito please don't bite me anymore, I want to see you with love and not like a lethal machine.