I'm missing you,
It was torn off from me,
I'm thirsty of your water,
suffocated from the lack of your air,
the freedom on my face
and the way you made me feel,
your greenness, my collage of fulfilment,
Incompletness...
It chases me,
perhaps it's completed
that old story of incompletness
But still I'm missing you...
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