Paul Eluard Capitale de la douleur
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In a corner, agile incest Turn around the virginity of a little dress. In a corner the sky delivered At the thorns of the storm leaves white balls. In a brighter corner of all eyes Fish are waiting for anxiety. In a corner the car of greenery of the summer Still glorious and forever. In the light of youth Lamps lit very late The first shows her breasts that kill red insects.