your tounge is spilling pins a vector of the secret disease your voice like a rusted plane in a rusted sky
Your beak pierces me in the back of my neck your skin erupts my skin into a rash this is mosquito control I'm on the stinging end
Mosquito control life under the swatter (never turn you back, never close your eyes)
Leaving poison itch digging mosquito control population exterminate the swarm on wings and needles
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