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  • on Here I Love You by Pablo Neruda, on August 4
    The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there.
    My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose.
    I love what I do not have. You are so far.
    My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.
    But night comes and starts to sing to me.
    *Seems near or far satisfaction comes from loving* Although, when it comes to love, I prefer near. This I like.