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Arthur Rimbaud Quote - Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? – Through whose blood am I to wade ?

Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? – Through whose blood am I to wade ?

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What an old maid I’m getting to be. Lacking the courage to be in love with death!
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I am alone in possessing a key to this barbarous sideshow.
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I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.
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