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Killed a mosquito as soon as it pierced my skin.
Garret Schuelke
SourceLicence:Public domain
Killed a mosquito as soon as it pierced my skin.
Three short lines, and a tiny act of violence is already over. The speaker swats a mosquito the instant it bites. There's no buildup, no explanation, and no apology. The poem simply reports what happened, in a flat, matter-of-fact voice.
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