Declaming for Youth

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I KILLED HER

I killed her because I do love her. These hands, these hands that gave life to many, killed her because of my love for her. Ladies and Gent...
A GLASS OF COLD WATER

Everybody calls me young, beautiful, wonderful. Am I? Look at my hair, my lips, my red rosy cheeks and a pair of blinkering eyes. I remember...

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