Don’t feign
Don’t come
with shit. Don’t feign.
Don’t look at
my eyes. Just leave.
And spare
me the ornate speeches
And the farewell
sham. Don’t make a scene.
Don’t tell
me you’re sorry or that life
Is like
that sometimes: that it forgets everything;
That the
world and time heal any wound.
I repeat,
my love: disappear.
And take whatever
you want of everything
We suspected
sharing one day:
The Books, the
sculptures made in holy wood,
The discs, the
portraits, the snooker.
Don’t leave
any addresses. Please:
I just want
you to fuck yourself, my love.
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