Woes and wonders of Power, that tonic hell, synthesis of poison and panacea. — Emile M. Cioran
Woes and wonders of Power, that tonic hell, synthesis of poison and panacea. — Emile M. Cioran
Woes and wonders of Power, that tonic hell, synthesis of poison and panacea. — Emile M. Cioran
Woes and wonders of Power, that tonic hell, synthesis of poison and panacea. — Emile M. Cioran
Woes and wonders of Power, that tonic hell, synthesis of poison and panacea. — Emile M. Cioran
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Woes and wonders of Power, that tonic hell, synthesis of poison and panacea.

— Emile M. Cioran
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