"He spreads her as the pages of a fresh book of poetry, virgin to prose. Generously lavishing text of ode, exquisite articulation of epic torrents. For hours the pages, parched as vellum drink of ink as a story between them unfolds. Ode, ballad, sonnet, couplet. Breathing in synchoronicity the poem tells of a woman lost in a landscape desolate of vivacity. The refrain repreated twice of the verse sings the melody of desire renewed."
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