Exercícios 6 e 7

 6. E, assim existiu.

 7. Cut the bullshit. Don't pretend.

     Don't look me in the eyes. Just leave.

     Spare me the fancy speeches

     and the treacherous goodbyes. Don't make a scene.

     Don't tell me you're sorry or that sometimes life 

     do be like that: everything is forgotten;

     the universe and time can heal any wound,

     Once again, my love: get lost.

     And take what you want from everything we 

     once supposedly share:

     the books, the Palo santo sculptures,

     the CDs, the potraits, the pool table.

    Don't leave adresses. Please:

    Go fuck yourself, my love.

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