Leather by John Donne

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How can you be so humble to me?

He killed me and he cheated on you.

On this skin our two bloods are mixed;

You know it can't be said

Sin, or shame, or loss of a woman,

    But he was good before his war,

    And it was filled with the same blood, made into two,

    And this, sadly, is more than we can even imagine.

Wait, there are three people sitting on Kumar's skin,

Where it’s almost foreign, it’s bigger than your wedding.

You and I fly this, and here it is

We have a wedding bed and a wedding temple;

Parents complained, and you met,

It covers the living walls of the car.

    Although I was just killing myself,

    Don't do that, commit suicide,

    Holy, three sins of three murders.

Don't be as surprised as you used to be

Wash your nails in innocent blood?

This is the settlement of Kumara's sins.

If not, were you taken?

He is the winner, you are invited to do it

As you can see, I am not weak now;

    It's true; Then they will understand betrayal, it is terrible:

    According to the glory which thou hast given me

    Tired, because losing this solder has taken your life.

(Original found here.)