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Arthur Rimbaud Quote - And from that time on I bathed in the Poem Of the Sea, star-infused and churned into milk, Devouring the green azures; where, entranced in pallid flotsam, A dreaming drowned man sometimes goes down.

And from that time on I bathed in the Poem Of the Sea, star-infused and churned into milk, Devouring the green azures; where, entranced in pallid flotsam, A dreaming drowned man sometimes goes down.

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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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Faith assuages, guides, restores.
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O seasons, O castles, What soul is without flaws? All its lore is known to me, Felicity, it enchants us all.
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It was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense, That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.
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Body Break Human Mad Soft Voice
I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.
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I wrote silences; nights; I recorded the unnameable.
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Is it in these bottomless nights that you sleep in exile?
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Night Sleep Yourself

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