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The legless sea creatures that follow your boat And make food of the waste that you throw overboard I'm increasingly sympathetic to their cause For a parasite I am becoming For a parasite I am becoming The slithering leeches that cling to your skin And suck out the bad blood lying stagnant within I have known for a while that I’m on of their kin For a parasite I am becoming For a parasite I am becoming Kneeling in front of the full-length mirror in your room Squinting so that I might see inside me Reaching clammy hand into my little swollen gut Finding only clammy entrails wrapped around it From Letras Mania