H, by Arthur Rimbaud

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All the monstrosities violate the atrocious gestures of Hortense. Its loneliness is erotic mechanics, its lassitude, dynamics in love. Under the monitoring of a childhood it was, at many times, the burning hygiene of the races. Its door is opened with misery. There, the morality of the current beings décorpore in its passion or its action. - O terrible shiver of the loves beginners, on the ground strapping and by clarteux hydrogen! find Hortense. 

Poet X

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