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"PAR AMOUR"



I am your shadow
Following you wherever you lead
Like a sheep to the abattoir

I am your fragrance
Emitting airs of lust and desire
Like a king’s cologne

I am your soul
Separated only in body
Like a newly married couple

I am your ola
Steady on your neck, wrists, and ankles
Shining like the gifts of the Queen of Sheba

But suddenly the air of love cracks
Smells of despair, desolation and gloom
Fill the air, creating
Vast images of nothing.

Now, you no longer say “I am”
Your speech filled with “I was”
Said with great conviction
That could crack an egg.

Leading me all this way my love,
Why abandon me to wallow
In the wilderness of love?
Dying gradually, in no haste but slow?

Why turn all my love to lust
The soothing touches of my palms to spikes?
Mon amour, pourquoi tu me laisser comme ce
Prend avec toi ma sante?

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