Your neck, if it's a poem,
I would lick it. I have this belief
that if I die, you would
love me, not my words.
I have nothing more to say,
but your neck is beautiful.
I want to lick your neck.
I want the syllables
to never leave my tongue.
(for Roxane of the play Cyrano)
Interesting. Probably because my mind is already tainted caused I watched the play. Sort of understand the images
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