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Bemused

Sometimes she comes as a kitchen spider
Sometimes in a randy dream
Sometimes she takes me deep inside her
Often she is nowhere
to be seen


She says ink is blood
that she’s a vampire
She says loads of crazy things
She says she’s sorry that she ever left me
and then she sings


Oh! how she sings
Such hungry sounds!
Such thirsty songs!

My ink bleeds sweet
and my ink bleeds strong



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