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Translated by Delphine Grass and Timothy Mathews I no longer go on trips, really, Because I know the place And I know my rights, And I’ve lived through rage. In the service of humanity, In the middle of the estate, I know my bedroom well And feel the night descend. Angels take flight In… Continue Reading In the service of blood by Michel Houellebecq
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