this teetering croquembouche of impudence
ars poetica
Your eyes reflect the sunset and the dawn;
you scatter perfumes like a windy night;
your kisses are a drug,
— Charles Baudelaire, from “Hymn to Beauty,”
Les Fleurs Du Mal
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