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The Rage

A quivering rage,
from your red-hot look
and from the wild fold
of your silent mouth,
pours in explosive on me,
like pure acid,
like a wrapping fire,
like mortal cyanide.
Your murderous intent
does not stir my mind,
but it is only a challenge
that cannot overcome anything.
I do not have fear you,
neither Iíve ever some awe,
my only armor
will be our love.

I have written this my poetry in Italian language, therefore its translation in English language could have minor "Vis Poetica".
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