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There is an unfathomable hole in my soul, Deep down lives the memory of the past of the unsatiated unquenched love of my life. Some movies, some music, some words, Some rain, in times some shine, some couples, reminds me of me-with-you as you-with-me. Like the petrichor, like the blooming jasmine, like the smell on baby skin, your fragrance sleeps in my philtrum and it wakes in time like a alarm. And my soul rejuvenates from slumber and I dwell in the p...
