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I cheat him, I deceive him, yet the world does not sink in sulphur-colored mists. Madness conquers. I can no longer put my mosaics together. I just cry and laugh.

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Anais Nin
Age: 73 †
Born: 1903
Born: February 21
Died: 1977
Died: January 14
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Angela Anaïs Juana Antolina Rosa Edelmira Nin y Culmell
Anais Nin
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Sink
Doe
Deceiving
Sulphur
Together
Cheat
Mists
World
Conquer
Mosaics
Madness
Conquers
Cry
Deceive
Laugh
Colored
Laughing
Mist

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