beautiful white big dog
watching me waiting storm
then came brown pointed ears
we found ourselves looking
towards sea; wondering when
will it come to touch ours
we parted; disappointed
while walking back to my car
i disturb nest of mosquitoes
shared my blood so fierce
i can feel itches and pains
wind is no help to disperse
only slap of a palm squeeze
blood, forming a red blotch
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