o mister mandrake man
mandrake in my hand
wriggling &
wet
with blood &
mud--
fretfully,
i rub
you from the earth--
such a salty birth!
i swallow
the taste of
dust
as i
suck
the bloody root,
fruit
of gravid lust
i bite you,
choke you down
thrust
here, underground
o mister mandrake man
mandrake in my hand--
help me
help me
help me
if you can
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