Please lend me some oxygen, any fella?
I feel like dying,
I just can't tolerate the way,
She is gradually turning into a Dickensian Estella.
Only one kiss of her shall work,
As a magic potion,
Her breath marrying mine,
Leaving in my mind the eternal mark.
I don't think I can survive longer,
It's her touch alone that can make my heart stronger.
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