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Please lend me some oxygen, any fella?

I feel like dying,

I just can’t tolerate the way,

She is gradually turning into a Dickensian Estella.

Only one kiss of her ‘shall’ work,

As a magic potion,

Her breath marrying mine,

Leaving, in my mind, the eternal mark.

I don’t think I can survive longer,

It’s her touch alone that can make my heart stronger.