Don't bullshit me. Don't make shit up.
Don't look me in the eyes. Just go.
With your fancy discourses I am fed up
as with your fake goodbyes. Don't make a scene, so low
Don't say you're sorry or that life
sometimes is like this: that everyone forgets;
that the world and time heal the wounds, my wife,
I repeat: begone, take your assets
Take them, take everything
that we once thought we shared:
books, sculptures, even my ring,
the records and photos for which we cared.
Don't leave a record or adress,
My love, go fuck yourself, I confess.
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