Black Mosquito Bites My Mind
A mosquito came looking for
where my blood flows
and it finally found the door
where even trees would grow
Where rivers of my wine
would shine
like the sun
so deep red before the night
until the darkness come'
Oh, mosquito, your gloomy bite
I'd like to carve it to feel fine
Alex Cousteau, July 2012
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