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Let me fee the  
                          never-ending pain of
your absence but
                          make it end because
that's what love is;
                           you haunt my mind
so please become real,
                            allow me to feel your
cold skin against my
                            beating heart and your
poisonous tears on my
                        unblemished, bare skin;
hand me the keys to
           decipher the indecipherable
riddle of your love;
                              I'm the drought, be
my water; I'm the
                             bucket, be my well;
I'm the ship, be my
                            waves, I'm the past,
be my forever; hell
                              I'm the skin, be my
scars; I'm the lungs,
                             be my smoke, baby
                       we've got
                            life
                     but we'd be
                        timeless.

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