j'y arrive pas sans toi, j'arrive plus à encaisser

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a b o u t
It seems to me at times my blood flows out in waves
Like a fountain that gushes in rhythmical sobs.
I hear it clearly, escaping with long murmurs,
But I feel my body in vain to find the wound.

"The foutain of blood"
Charles Baudelaire, The Flowers of evil