And yetto wine, to opium even, I preferthe elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself;and in the wasteland of desi — Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal
And yetto wine, to opium even, I preferthe elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself;and in the wasteland of desi — Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal
And yetto wine, to opium even, I preferthe elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself;and in the wasteland of desi — Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal
And yetto wine, to opium even, I preferthe elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself;and in the wasteland of desi — Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal
And yetto wine, to opium even, I preferthe elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself;and in the wasteland of desi — Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal
And yetto wine, to opium even, I preferthe elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself;and in the wasteland of desi — Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal
And yetto wine, to opium even, I preferthe elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself;and in the wasteland of desi — Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal
And yetto wine, to opium even, I preferthe elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself;and in the wasteland of desi — Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal
And yetto wine, to opium even, I preferthe elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself;and in the wasteland of desi — Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal
And yetto wine, to opium even, I preferthe elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself;and in the wasteland of desi — Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal
And yetto wine, to opium even, I preferthe elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself;and in the wasteland of desi — Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal
And yetto wine, to opium even, I preferthe elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself;and in the wasteland of desi — Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal
And yetto wine, to opium even, I preferthe elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself;and in the wasteland of desi — Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal
And yetto wine, to opium even, I preferthe elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself;and in the wasteland of desi — Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal
And yetto wine, to opium even, I preferthe elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself;and in the wasteland of desi — Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal
And yetto wine, to opium even, I preferthe elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself;and in the wasteland of desi — Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal
And yetto wine, to opium even, I preferthe elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself;and in the wasteland of desi — Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal
And yetto wine, to opium even, I preferthe elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself;and in the wasteland of desi — Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal
And yetto wine, to opium even, I preferthe elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself;and in the wasteland of desi — Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal
And yetto wine, to opium even, I preferthe elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself;and in the wasteland of desi — Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal
And yetto wine, to opium even, I preferthe elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself;and in the wasteland of desi — Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal
And yetto wine, to opium even, I preferthe elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself;and in the wasteland of desi — Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal
And yetto wine, to opium even, I preferthe elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself;and in the wasteland of desi — Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal
And yetto wine, to opium even, I preferthe elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself;and in the wasteland of desi — Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal
And yetto wine, to opium even, I preferthe elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself;and in the wasteland of desi — Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal
And yetto wine, to opium even, I preferthe elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself;and in the wasteland of desi — Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal
And yetto wine, to opium even, I preferthe elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself;and in the wasteland of desi — Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal
And yetto wine, to opium even, I preferthe elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself;and in the wasteland of desi — Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal
And yetto wine, to opium even, I preferthe elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself;and in the wasteland of desi — Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal
And yetto wine, to opium even, I preferthe elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself;and in the wasteland of desi — Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal
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And yetto wine, to opium even, I preferthe elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself;and in the wasteland of desireyour eyes afford the wells to slake my thirst.

— Charles Baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal
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