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there is so much more.
The water soaked through her shoes, past her socks,
tearing into her skin to eat away at her bones.
There she stood, complacent, in a shallow pool of stagnant water.
After taking some of her blood,
the female mosquitos laid their eggs at her feet.
Someplace inside, she knew that she could leave at any time.
But staying there was so much easier.
She'd need new shoes.
New socks.
New skin.
New bones by now.
She'd need to get checked for malaria or something.
It was so much easier to stay, right?
So there she stood, complacent, in the shallow pool of stagnant water,
all the while knowing that there was so much more.[/font]
tearing into her skin to eat away at her bones.
There she stood, complacent, in a shallow pool of stagnant water.
After taking some of her blood,
the female mosquitos laid their eggs at her feet.
Someplace inside, she knew that she could leave at any time.
But staying there was so much easier.
She'd need new shoes.
New socks.
New skin.
New bones by now.
She'd need to get checked for malaria or something.
It was so much easier to stay, right?
So there she stood, complacent, in the shallow pool of stagnant water,
all the while knowing that there was so much more.[/font]
Published 2nd Feb 2010
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