Guyute was the ugly pig
who walked on me and danced a jig
like pulling weapons from his coat
that he had learned when he was six
then stopped and did some other tricks he lectured me in a language strange
and scampered quickly out of range
and holding them against my throat
I'm bouncing like a newborn elf I can't remain inside myself Guyute glances in my eyes
me as I sleep the sleep of death
and manages to hypnotize
that I had breathed since I was ten
I hope this happens once againhe suck from me my only breath.
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