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tashabear
tashabear
so is this
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride;
I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving

than this: in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.

-Pablo Neruda

i feel: sleepy sleepy

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