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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354481" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lethe</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come to my heart, cruel, insensible one, <br>Adored tiger, monster with the indolent air;<br>I would for a long time plunge my trembling fingers<br>Into the heavy tresses of your hair; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And in your garments that exhale your perfume <br>I would bury my aching head, <br>And breathe, like a withered flower, <br>The sweet, stale reek of my love that is dead. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I want to sleep! sleep rather than live! <br>And in a slumber, dubious as the tomb's, <br>I would lavish my kisses without remorse <br>Upon the burnished copper of your limbs. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To swallow my abated sobs <br>Nothing equals your bed's abyss; <br>Forgetfulness dwells in your mouth, <br>And Lethe flows from your kiss. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">My destiny, henceforth my pleasure,<br>I shall obey, predestined instrument, <br>Docile martyr, condemned innocent, <br>Whose fervour but augments his torment. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I shall suck, to drown my rancour,<br>Nepenthe, hemlock, an opiate, <br>At the charming tips of this pointed breast <br>That has never imprisoned a heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Baudelaire">Charles Baudelaire</a><div class=q>
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Adored tiger, monster with the indolent air;
I would for a long time plunge my trembling fingers
Into the heavy tresses of your hair; 

And in your garments that exhale your perfume 
I would bury my aching..."></div>
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