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XVII (I do not love you...)

XVII (I do not love you...)

risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
I love you straightforwardly, without compl九*九*藏*書exities or pride;
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
Translated by Stephen Tapscott
I love you as the plant thttps://read.99csw.comhat never blooms
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
XVII (I do not love you...)
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thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
so I love you because I know no other way
Pablo Neruda
in secreread.99csw.comt, between the shadow and the soul.
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
Ihttps://read•99csw•com love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.