He yearned for quiet.
He craved perfect silence.
He pictured himself in some valley,
Abandoned by all,
Resting against some old oak tree,
With no soul in sight.
It was not to be.
All he heard was rustling,
Movement all around the room.
No peace to savour,
Could not even read his lines.
He watched her moving around the room,
Now on the sofa,
Now looking out of...
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