Don´t make things up.
Don´t start with the bullshit. Don´t make things up.
Don´t look me in the eyes. Just leave.
And spare me the eloquent speeches
and the fake goodbyes. Don´t make a scene.
Don´t say you´re sorry or that life
is sometimes like that: that forgets everything:
that the world and time heal any wound.
I repeat, my love: get lost.
And take anything you want from everything that
one day we thought we´d share:
the books, the sculptures in pau-santo,
the discs, the portraits, the billiards.
Do not leave addresses. Please:
what I want is for you to go fuck yourself, my love.
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