๐€ โ€™ ๐— ๐—ข๐—จ๐—ฅ โ€” ๐€ โ€ข ็ˆฑใ€‚

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I donโ€™t ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz, or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž you as one loves certain obscure things, secretly, between the shadow and the soul. I ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž you as the plant that doesnโ€™t bloom but carries the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself, and thanks to your ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž the tight aroma that arose from the earth lives dimly in my body.





ALL THROUGH ETERNITY ; ๐—๐—๐ˆ.