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Pablo Neruda

XXVII Naked, you are simple as a hand, smooth, earthy, small…transparent, round. You have moon lines and apple paths; Naked, you are slender as the wheat. Naked, Cuban blue midnight is your color, Naked, I trace the stars and vines in your hair; Naked, you are spacious and yellow As a summer’s wholeness in a… Continue reading Pablo Neruda

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