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	THE PAIN OF HELENA NAGEL
about the site	The Pain of Helena Nagel— Don’t expect I shall be the same again I take my children to the wood. Damned love Today we crossed two jungles and two wastes My delicate dear child. I can hold your
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translations	April
acknowledgments	Bad Dreams
abraxas press	Conjurer
	Dead Serpentine
	Death’s Head
	October
	She Runs Through Running Water
	Winter Transit
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