Poetry || One of those things

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An inferno started in me
A mad hunger
Fueled by a known desire
A desire I always had
Always had and it had to be fueled
It kept me going

Made me feel alive
The very essence of who am I
It was liquid gold
Paid for by some
The unlucky few
Who one way or another
Had become deficient

It delighted me
Knowing that I could get it
Get it so easily
What they had to struggle for

Some didn’t have the right kind
The bad type
They didn’t live long
It was really none of my concern
What can I say?
I am but a mosquito

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