As soon as he saw her he knew he wanted to see more of her.
Not much later he joined the poets' collective that she was a member of
and during meetings he would make sure to be sitting opposite her
for the best view.
Sitting next to her was rather sweet as well
for then he could smell the scent of her hair.
Of that of her sweat on the nights she had been to the gym
and had not taken the time to shower first.
He did not need words to describe his feelings for her,
others could do that.
Within a year he shared a Paris hotel room with her.
Where he awoke on the floor.
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