The Leech
Mark but this leech and mark in this
It sucked me once, don’t know what happened then!
To be detached with salt or to be quenched with blood
Of the blood once sucked of mine
And of yours I have no idea
And in this leech our bloods might mingled be
Swelled skin after that sting
Let not to that self murdered added be
Now could this leech sinful be
How shall I know
That mixture is ours?!
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