He was so hot, so tired
physically and mentally
and yet, for some reason
they kept picking on him.
Tens of tiny blood suckers,
incessantly landing on
all areas from all directions.
Their bite didn't hurt much, and
tiredness screamed for him
to stop trying to bat them away.
But he was wise and knew that
if he didn't continue to fight,
he might get an infection
or may even be sucked dry.
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