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Once again, like when I never met you,

I found myself alone, and lonely;

Without the air of love, that i used to breathe,

Alone at home, in the darkroom of solitute,

Without the beam of warmth from the sun.



Alone in the air, hanging, suspended,

Without your passionate arm to fall into,

Alone in the dry pit of loneliness,

Without the waters of your affection,

You were gone, gone like the smoke of a quenched fire,

Your smile vanished into thin air, like the steam of boiling kettle dropped in cold water.



Once again, like when I never met you,

I found myself home alone,

Love-less, kiss-less, smile-less, and touch-less,

And now, farmished and dehydrated,

I long for the waters of your love,

Your kiss that makes me need no food,

Your touch that gives me strength.

If this is a film, then let it end,

Or the actor may die.