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I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.
- Pablo Neruda
our sins are manufactured in heaven to create our own hell, which we evidently need.
- Charles Bukowski
Perles de la plus belle eau,
Sonnets de maître Belleau
Par tes galants mis aux fers
Sans cesse offerts.
- Charles Baudelaire
“I wasn’t meant for reality, but life came and found me.”
- Fernando Pessoa