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My mind’s sunk so low, Claudia, because of you, wrecked itself on your account so bad already, that I couldn’t like you if you were the best of women, -or stop loving you, no matter what you do.

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Stop wishing to merit anyone’s gratitude or thinking that anyone can become grateful.
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Gratitude Oneself Stop Thinking
We see not our own backs.
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Back Mistake One Liner Ourselves
I hate and I love, and who can tell me why?
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Hate Love Myself
I hate and love. You ask, perhaps, how can that be? I know not, but I feel the agony.
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Agony Feeling Hate Love Myself
It is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion.
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Confirm Difficult One Liner Passion
Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, then a thousand more.
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Kiss Myself Relationship Romance
What a woman says to an eager lover, write it on running water, write it on air.
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Lover Relationship Water Woman Writing
Give up wanting to deserve any thanks from anyone, or thinking anybody can be grateful.
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Deserve Give Up Gratitude Thankful Thinking
But you shall not escape my iambics.
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Escape Yourself
Godlike the man who sits at her side, who watches and catches that laughter which (softly) tears me to tatters: nothing is left of me, each time I see her.
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Admire Herself Man Myself Relationship Side Time
Now Spring restores the balmy heat, now Zephyr’s sweet breezes calm the rage of the equinoctial sky.
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Calm Heat Rage Restore Sky Spring
I hate and love. And why, perhaps you’ll ask. I don’t know: but I feel, and I’m tormented.
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Feeling Hate Known Love Myself Torment
Away with you, water, destruction of wine!
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Destruction Water Wine Yourself
Better a sparrow, living or dead, than no birdsong at all.
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Better Death Gratitude Live Worth
So a maiden, whilst she remains untouched, so long is she dear to her own; when she has lost her chaste flower with sullied body, she remains neither lovely to boys nor dear to girls.
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Chaste Herself Lost Maid Sex Women
I hate and I love. Perchance you ask why I do that. I know not, but I feel that I do and I am tortured. [Lat., Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris. Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.]
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Feeling Hate Myself Query Question Torture

My mind’s sunk so low, Claudia, because of you, wrecked itself on your account so bad already, that I couldn’t like you if you were the best of women, -or stop loving you, no matter what you do.

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My mind’s sunk so low, Claudia, because of you, wrecked itself on your account so bad already, that I couldn’t like you if you were the best of women, -or stop loving you, no matter what you do.

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