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Love

Love

raised
whats happening to us?
my love, why?
and if we want
that binds us wounding us
And how empty you went through the world
Love
beneat九*九*藏*書h your skin, beneath your eyes,
depth for my arms
to leave our wound,
to drain our blood and burn together.
nothing,
and I find nothing in you 九九藏書but two eyes
I vainly sought in you
to separate,
Ah our love is a harsh cord
a current of crystalline order
a body just like those that have slipped
Whahttps://read.99csw.comts wrong with you, with us,
that dig, without cease, beneath the earth:
like a wheat-colored jar
lost among a thousand mouths that I have kissed, m九_九_藏_書ore beautiful,
Pablo Neruda
without air, without sound, without substance!
Whats wrong with you? I look at you
beneath my body without leaving a九-九-藏-書ny memory.
it makes a new knot for us and condemns us
like all eyes, a mouth
beneath your double breast scarcely
Why, why, why,
that does not know why it flows singing.