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Falling back into the same vice.

By nunzio cartalemiPublished 7 years ago 1 min read
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Come to me like a tide in the silences of astral dynamics

Come to me like a tide in the silences of astral dynamics

Come to me like that goddess which lies behind the Moon

of a mysterious Astarte who can not wear veils

and naked shows no linger

Come, as a heavenly magnet transmitting old energies

which you do not even know, of which you even ignore

its high genesis

But this alchemy makes me mad, scents of chemistry

the sweetest enchantment and for me there's nothing to do

if not love

Come to me with your folly and time contamination

Come to me with fears for falling back into the same vice

here I'm not asking the world

here I'm just asking for a bit of fire

to feel again alive for one time

love poems
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