Poems ✍️
  10.03.2026
  1

Author: Charles Baudelaire

Au Lecteur

La sottise, l'erreur, le péché, la lésine,
Occupent nos esprits et travaillent nos corps,
Et nous alimentons nos aimables remords,
Comme les mendiants nourrissent leur vermine.


  vice guilt Decay hypocrisy

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