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Charles Baudelaire

I know your heart, that crowded solitude
where old uprooted loves
are crammed into a roaring forge:

— Charles Baudelaire, from “Sad Madrigal,” Fleurs du mal / Flowers of Evil. (Published by Auguste Poulet-Malassis 1857)

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