“My sad heart foams at the stern.”

— Arthur Rimbaud

Mon triste coeur bave à la poupe.
Le Coeur Volé http://www.mag4.net/Rimbaud/poesies/Stolen.html (The Stolen Heart, st. 1

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French Decadent and Symbolist poet 1854–1891

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