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“Sonnet XVIII do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,or the arrow of…”

“I stroll along serenely, with my eyes, my shoes,my rage, forgetting everything,…”

“I want to see thirstIn the syllables,Touch fireIn the sound;Feel through the da…”

“When everything seems to be set to show me off as intelligent, the fool I alway…”