In bed we laugh, in bed we cry,
And born in bed, in bed we die;
The near approach a bed may shew
Of human bliss to human woe.
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In bed we laugh, in bed we cry,
And born in bed, in bed we die;
The near approach a bed may shew
Of human bliss to human woe.
“Today I believe in the possibility of love; that is why I endeavor to trace its imperfections, its perversions.”
Frantz Fanon | Black Skin, White Masks