I'm here, lonely and awake,
with my eyelids sewn to the last of my dreams.
I'm an acrobat swinging on the thin rope
that unites our hearts.
I know that you will return, and you will bring your suitcases
full of old memories,
of siren songs that immutable
lose the sailor who never left his port.
The afternoon is a bore, I want to sleep but I can not,
Loneliness is a dagger that hurts me.
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