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This was a reference to Pablo Neruda’s ‘Every Day You Play’, which is actually quite a lovely poem.
The containing stanza is:
My words rained over you, stroking you.
A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body.
I go so far as to think that you own the universe.
I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.
I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
Just some food for thought. Piper Chapman is well read.
We just got all educated and shit ;) Seriously, Thanks for the info - love to learn something new every day :)
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