I miss you. I miss the smell of imported perfume you exported from me. I miss your erre pulled, And your FUTURE kiss-like tooth that bites heart-poisoned. I miss you. I FEEL. And I remember you. Of your panting breath. I miss. I feel eagerness for Distance. of your black sign, of your silence, I scream I feel eagerness. And provoke it. And I put my ten fingers in the throat to see if I vomit your being of my soul, but I can not, maybe I do not want ... I love you!