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Of lovers whose bodies smell of each other
Who think the same thoughts without need of speech
T.S. Eliot
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Of lovers whose bodies smell of each other
Who think the same thoughts without need of speech
T.S. Eliot
Was this the face that launched a thousand ships,
And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?
Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.—
Her lips suck forth my soul; see where it flies...
Christopher Marlowe