"All sorts of flowers the which on earth do spring In goodly colours gloriously arrayed; Go to my love, where she is careless laid"

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Kissing can ruin lives. Lips touch sometimes teeth clash. New hunger is born with a throb and caution falls away. A cursed girl with lips still moist from her first kiss might feel suddenly wild like a little monsoon. She might forget her curse just long enough to get careless and let it come true. She might kill everyone she loves.

— Laini Taylor