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- Poetry > Free VerseI tried to hold them in, but they stung my mouth. So, out they go, atrociously swarming; hunting new prey. When they do find one, they show no mercy, blinding them with venomous slang. The poor victims open their mouths to protest or gasp which the vile insects take as an invitation – And...
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