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Spellbound
When you are away, my soul hungers wildly.
When you are close, I long for you just as much -
in despair I see, numb, secluded,
how empty and futile is the minute which goes by.
Your essence of proud and regal perfumes fine
I secretly wanted to drink, a sacred wine -
but I stand heavy as death as in dreams,
with a thirst like Tantalos in clear streams.
In times of solitude my tongue has burned
to tell you of the beautiful thing I have dreamt and felt
but when I am near you my thoughts slumber,
my door is closed, and my heart is numb.
~Author: Karin Boye ~
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