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Arthur Rimbaud

He would say, “How funny it will all seem, all you’ve gone through, when I’m not here anymore, when you no longer feel my arms around your shoulders, nor my heart beneath you, nor this mouth on your eyes, because I will have to go away some day, far away…” And in that instant I could feel myself with him gone, dizzy with fear, sinking down into the most horrible blackness: into death. ― Arthur Rimbaud, A Season in Hell/The Drunken Boat. (New Directions, January 17, 1961)

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