Exile
And because love passed quickly,
I like less and less
of everything that reminds me of us.
I'm withdrawing,
away from the noises,
of rumors and pain.
now is that time
where I can't stand anything.
I just want that table over there in the corner,
a glass of water
and the least of the world, please!
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