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Maryse
Fatigue in the body!
Anxiety in the soul!
I contemplate...
I behold her coming down from heaven.
Her beauty allures my fantasy:
She waters the lips of fire,
lighting the candles of passion,
nourishing hungry desires,
burning to ashes.
Thus I come out like the Phoenix.
Copyright © Munir Mezyed
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