Nostalgia is what my chest feels
When it sleeps without your head resting on it
The right shoulder longs for your left hand
Like a soft blanket with its five nocturnal fingers
Like a soft blanket with its five nocturnal fingers
The entire room longs for your perfuming breath
Every moment with the sound of your words
Behind my eyelids is tattooed your face that I see
Every time I close my eyes
Every time I close my eyes

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