The aging of my body and my beauty is a wound from a merciless knife. I’m not resigned to it at all. I turn to you, Art of Poetry, because you have a kind of knowledge about drugs: attempts to numb the pain, in Imagination and Language. It is wound from a merciless knife. Bring your drugs, Art of Poetry— they numb the wound at least for a little while.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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