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Arthur Rimbaud Quote - Oh! If only we were naked now, and free to watch our protruding parts align; To whisper – both of us – in ecstasy!

Oh! If only we were naked now, and free to watch our protruding parts align; To whisper – both of us – in ecstasy!

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Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?
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As I descended into impassable rivers I no longer felt guided by the ferrymen.
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Morality is the weakness of the mind.
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I am alone in possessing a key to this barbarous sideshow.
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Alone Himself Key Possession
I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.
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Hard Time Philosophy Suffering Wisdom
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Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.
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