H, by Arthur Rimbaud

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Every monstrosity violates the atrocious gestures of Hortense. Erotic mechanics, her solitude; her lassitude, amorous dynamics. Under childhood's guidance she has been, in numerous ages, the ardent hygiene of all races. Her door is open to misery. There, the morality of living beings is disembodied in her passion or her action. -- O terrible shudder of novice loves on the bloody ground and in the transparent hydrogen! --  find Hortense. 

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