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And slip half-conscious to the old embrace. And now you will not let me see your face Or hear your voice or touch you. Ah! the hour! He moves. Come back, come back, my life’s one flower! Come back. One kiss before you leave me. So! Stop—turn—one little kiss before you go; Tt is my right—you must. Oh no! Oh no! A SAINT’S DAMNATION (By Aleister Crowley. From The Soul of Osiris. 1901) YOU buy my spirit with those shameless eyes That burn my soul, you loose the torrent stream Of my desire, you make my lips your prize, And on them burns the whole li…