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Category : Poems
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I am getting old, very old, older.The coffee cup broke,The chair broke,The tear extinguished the candle.Whoever came into my lifeLeft on the first train.Whoever wanted to stay more,Wanted to change my way.It's not a hotel,I barely have a place to sleep.I can't promise comfort,It will be uncomfortableTo have someone close.I look at myself like a stranger,The things I didn't do on timeDon't have time for me anymore.