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Sonnet XVII

Sonnet XVII

Pablo Neruda
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risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
Sonnet XVIIhttps://read.99csw.com
I love you as the plant that never blooms
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.