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1 " your head is flowers, your body the body of a deer, pierced "
― Carole Maso , Beauty Is Convulsive
2 " In the calm violence of your being, desire. "
3 " I weep flowers, I weep song, I bleed "
4 " And she smiles and she utters unearthly things and she utters not in any known language, in stars and pain, pulque she says I am devouring time and the earth "
