mallory.
02 January 2015 @ 07:42 pm
003. | time changes nothing  

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 to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

— POEM: XVII (I DO NOT LOVE YOU), pablo neruda
 
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