love, recall object saw,That fair, sweet, summer morn!At a turn path a — Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs Du Mal

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My love, do you recall the object which we saw,That fair, sweet, summer morn!At a turn in the path a foul carcassOn a gravel strewn bed,Its legs raised in the air, like a lustful woman,Burning and dripping with poisons,Displayed in a shameless, nonchalant wayIts belly, swollen with gases.

Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs Du Mal

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