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1 " Fruit free of any bruises, not yet broken open, / With flesh so firm and smooth, it cried out to be eaten! "
― Charles Baudelaire , The Flowers of Evil & Paris Spleen
2 " My kisses are as light as fairy midgesThat on calm evenings skim the crystal lakeThose of your man would plough such ruts and ridgesAs lumbering carts or tearing coulters make "
3 " Il me semble parfois que mon sang coule à flots "