Rachy Ven
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When I wait for her to come at night, Life seems to hang by a thread. What honors, what youth, what freedom In front of a lovely guest with a pipe in her hand. And then she came in. Throwing back the covers, She looked at me carefully. I tell her: “Did you dictate to Dante? Pages of Hell? Answers: “I am!”
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