We couldn’t have a series of poems from the darker side of the spectrum without this particular poet, could we?
Ladies & Gentlemen, I give you the Don of Decadence; the Grand-Père of the Grotesque; the Sire of Splenetics. Yes, it’s Monsieur Fleur du Mal, himself ~ Charles Baudelaire!
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