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I miss the warmth
Of our puzzle-piece embrace
And our breathing, synchronized
As we imagined a night sky,
Without clouds or city lights,
Only stars and empty space
Through the nonexistent hole in my ceiling,
Over our heads, yours on my chest
And the world inside me,
With dreams spilling from every pore,
Filling the room and dragging me
To the point of addiction
Where stopping the use
Would make me break down,
covered in sweat,
Only exhaling
And blind in one eye
From a lack of completeness,
From a missing heart
That you held in your hands
Since the day I first kissed you,
Since the day you were mine
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