Heart Quote by Helene Cixous Download Open image “in the synagogue of my heart... I myself jail and the jailed, I go wounded, bite-marked” — Helene Cixous ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.3 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare Heart Jail My heart Synagogue Wounded
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