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For whose sulchi I rise in rhythm with my sad fingers,.

like on the nerves of Falcate lire. Teeth whose easy bites hold me,.

mouths ***** more than a wound, though sweet for you so touch.

I took back the sublimations I loved.

Byron, Baudelaire, D'Annunzio, where are you?