Come Back
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Constantine P. Cavafy
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Come back often and take hold of me,
sensation that I love, come back and take hold of me -
when the body's memory revives
and an old longing again passes through the blood,
when lips and skin remember
and hands feel as though they touch again.
Come back often, take hold of me in the night
when lips and skin remember...
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