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And I say to myself: A moon will rise from my darkness.

وأَقول لنفسِي: سَيطلعُ مِن عَتْمَتِي قَمَر.

I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the Heart’s affections and the truth of the Imagination.

No woman wants an abortion like she wants an ice cream cone or a Porsche. She wants an abortion like an animal caught in a trap wants to gnaw off its own leg.

She it is, she, that found me
In the morphia honeymoon;
With silk and steel she bound me
In her poisonous milk she drowned me,
Even now her arms surround me.