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The night revives in me, but you have departed. I search for your presence in every sigh, the scent of your naked skin that I can no longer find.
My hands grope in the darkness, feeling only the coldness of the sheets that wait for me, inert.
I long to hear the sound of your footsteps approaching, that passionate moaning that came from your body when I felt myself in you.
But absolute silence is my only company now, as I wander barefoot on the cold floor of this lonely room.
Only oblivion remains to accompany me, and the old mirror no longer even reflects me.
For without you, it is to die slowly, night after night, in this ephemeral rebirth that consumes me.