this teetering croquembouche of impudence
ars poetica
Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.
— Pablo Neruda,
100 Love Sonnets
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Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.
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