At crossroads of forbidden loves

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Poetry: 1

At crossroads of forbidden loves

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My days pass in total isochronism
Lazy thoughts that encourage my mind during sleepless nights

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Insomnias that torment my tranquility for hours that seem like centuries

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And minutes that seem like centuries when I evoke your memories in the memory chest of my heart, red from the blows left by the damned dislike of your countenance

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Cursed crossroads that leave me fragile in the face of my demons and fears, push me towards an emotional precipice, falling into the lowest feelings of hate, envy and fear

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I run, I flee, I hide from you, but then they go after my memories and those moments that I have spent with you, chasing me like a raven in flight into the twilight of darkness

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I'm looking for cunning, spells, and magical and heavenly charms to curse you

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You bewitched my thoughts so that at night they tormented me mercilessly, transporting me to those moments when our bodies were linked in a dance of sex, love and lust

Have mercy on me, O my thoughts, have mercy on me, O demons that protect, I am not me, I am this cursed love that consumes me like the horizon in the sun

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Forbidden loves that cross my path while I am at the crossroads of your lost thoughts

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。　☆ 。　　☆。　　☆
★。　＼　　｜　　／。　★
　　　

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MARS

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★。　／　　｜　　＼。　★
。　☆。　　。　　☆。

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