I sit in the sky like a sphinx misunderstood; My heart of snow is wed to the whiteness of swans; I hate the movement that displaces the rigid lines, With lips untaught neither tears nor...
—Charles Baudelaire
My heart is lost; the beasts have eaten it.
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