Pablo Neruda
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Over your breasts of motionless current, over your legs of firmness and water, over the permanence and the pride of your naked hair I want to be, my love, now that the tears are thrown into the raucous baskets where they accumulate, I want to be, my love, alone with a syllable of mangled silver, alone with a tip of your breast of snow. ✨ Pablo Neruda (1990). Selected Poems, p.127, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

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