From the miserable vacuum of Nothing,
Fabricate a route towards Something.
From the gushing meadow of Grief,
Pave a pathway towards Jouissance.
From the capacious desert of Lunacy,
Permit a voyage towards Reality.
O, dearest soul!
Emerge from your prolonged furlough
In the Paradise of Oblivion;
For, I crave the ebullient magnificence
Of your yearned-for presence.
I long to taste the delectable flavor
Of your propitiating smile.
To hear your bewitching magniloquence
Would be like tippling coveted Ambrosia--
A pleasurable fixation
That has been purloined from me.
Mi Amor, I am tenaciously awaiting
Your fated return!
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