draw it out from me,
please, for i have had
an abundance of it.
i have already had
too much of it, and
have no room for it
anymore.
it weighs itself
too heavily in me,
an over-filling and
congested member.
a fast-tightening and
overwhelmed chamber,
robbing me of breath,
it fully engorged.
(sigh)
i pray that you soon
will bleed yourself out.
released from your hold,
and freed from your clout
so that on again i can live,
cured of this infection of you,
purged of an evil, a parasite
called my love.
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