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Exorcism
Hold your hands
In incantation,
Let them fondle and soothe
These throes that
Overgrow in my heart.
I long for your incantations
Like the beaker
Overflows.
This rending thirst
I need to quench.
Forage throughout my essence
And deliver me from love.
Deliver me from guilt,
Rescue my core
From possession.
I, this barren she of feelings,
No longer want to think
Of desire,
From love I wish
To be evicted.
© 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila
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