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Below is the poem entitled Leaches which was written by poet
Livingstone. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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I carry them like loose skin.
Saurating every pore.
They've penetrated deep into my skin,
Now they sucking me dry.
Latching on like leaches.
But I can't take it any more.
I can't stand it.