Sunday, April 11, 2010

mosquitoes

Go go go away.
all the mosquitoes.
I hate to see you fly in front of me.
I don't like you stand on my leg.
I don't like the way u kiss me.
I don't the scars given to me.
Please please.
Leave me alone.
Get out from my life.

See what you had done to me...

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