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© Todd Hido

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.
from Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda, translated by Stephen Tapscott 

I wish you would articulate your love for me.

Model: Khrystynana Kazakova