I will quit smoking, I will stop writing and I will retreat from life for the sake of my lover, I will be transformed to a filthy rat that suddenly gets out from his hole to steal some pieces of jewelry leaving behind him hundreds of curses for a smile of satisfaction from my love, I will skin a human monkey off and make of his skin a shoe that would suit my lover's beauty, I will dance for her just like how Zorba dances when he is high, thousands of poems I shall recite to her exactly how Rimbaud recite them on the abandoned boats, I will kiss her as if I am kissing thousands of women, I will make her dangle like a dove in a freezing cold, and I will cheat on her dozens of times for sure.
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