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The Fool in the Room

I die a little
eveytime I heard
the foolishness
they say in this room
in which I have to stay
so many hours of my day.
I sometimes wish I was deaf.
No, not really.
I just hide myself
in my silent thoughts,
in the words I write,
I'm a writer...
But, hey!
What am I doing in here?
Is it for the money?

I used to call them fools,
until I realized
that the fool
in this room
is me.


(Júlio B.)
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