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Hyperbole
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22 Joyce B. Ashuntantang Hyperbole Your form curves right into my heart Your lips drip honey, I’ll forgo water Your nose is straight, it smells my love Your eyes eat sleep, I’m awake for you Your voice is a book, I’ve read every page Your smile speaks French, Je t’adore cherie. ‘‘All Hyperbole’’ Does that mean ‘‘yes’’? ...