Anima
Something's stirred, blurred, and wriggling pricking the tendons, arteries configuring Sheltered in obsession, this mirror's reciprocal, domineering organs her lust so mystical Anima, now clammy her nails filing through the rancor, old tissues melded a lacquered blue...
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frigid
"Man can will nothing unless he has first understood that he must count on no one but himself; that he is alone, abandoned on earth in the midst of his infinite responsibilities, without help, with no other aim than the one he sets himself, with no...
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