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Charles Baudelaire

From out these wide black eyes which are your spirit’s vent, Heap fires less fierce upon me. O impenitent, I am no tireless Styx to gird you nine times nine, I am no lustful Fury to exhaust your lust, To break your vigor or to make you bite the dust Or in your bed’s hell… Continue reading Charles Baudelaire

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