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In love with love
the poem of pure soul
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My Indian demon, said my soul,
I\'m ill and scared
empty like a shell
poisoned by memories
lying dead in a tree-
My lost Mother, I want love,
to drink its sweetness
in a glass of wine,
to drink my sadness
in profound, blue eyes-
My sweet Child, where is love?
I thought I saw it one day
dancing in the streets of Malaga,
reflecting in the nakedness of beautiful people,
lingering in pure souls
like watermelon juice in accolades-
I am in love with love
I don\'t want to die alone...
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