miss me


Did you ever love someone with interruptions?
Now you have to love, — now you have to stop?
No, you didn’t! You can not! The absence is felt.

Aim you’re looking for me is you miss me. A lot.
But what kind of fire burns in me you don’t know.
It’s so big that not even an ocean can’t quench it.
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