Anymore.

i don' t tell of my predilections anymore,
i don' tell of the poems in the drawer,
those which presage the future.

i don't tell of my dreams anymore,
i don't keep a journal in my dresser,
the one that would tell of fears.

no, i don't tell of my worries anymore,
don't talk to the hairdresser,
the one i never had.

no, i don't confide in anyone, anymore,
i have no faithful bartender,
no i have no friend,

but the one in me.

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