[He has never stuttered this much before in his life, gods above. Zane is just evil. He flips to one of his newer poems and starts reading--in French, since the meter would be off if he read it in English. It's one of his more romantic pieces, though really that isn't saying much since almost all of his poetry is romantic (or even Romantic, he's written some really Frankenstein-ish poems). It's directed at an unnamed, genderless person, comparing various flowers to their lips or eyes or hands]
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[He has never stuttered this much before in his life, gods above. Zane is just evil. He flips to one of his newer poems and starts reading--in French, since the meter would be off if he read it in English. It's one of his more romantic pieces, though really that isn't saying much since almost all of his poetry is romantic (or even Romantic, he's written some really Frankenstein-ish poems). It's directed at an unnamed, genderless person, comparing various flowers to their lips or eyes or hands]