Every poem is a coat of arms. It must be deciphered. How much blood, how many tears in exchange for these axes, these muzzles, these unicorns, these torches, these towers, these martlets, these seedlings of stars and these fields of blue! – Jean Cocteau
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Here I am trying to live, or rather, I am trying to teach the death within me how to live. – Jean Cocteau
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