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I don't know what would become of me if you didn't exist,
a sea without its salt, a sky without stars.
The shadow of your laughter embraces me in the breeze,
without you, my love, life is just a wound.
I don't know what would happen if you were gone,
a wilted flower, a path without tracks.
Your caresses are fire that ignite my being,
a whisper in the night, a cry of a pleasure.
I need your hands, soft as the wind,
that draw on my skin the echo of the moment.
Your breath is the air, the pulse that guides me,
a siren's song that calls to life.