Exercício 6
A criança morreu.
Exercício 7
Don't start. Don't make up excuses.
Don't look me in my eyes. Just leave.
And spare me from sweet nothings
and fake goodbyes. Don't put on a show.
Don't say you're sorry or that life
happens: that everything goes;
that the world and time heal any wound.
Again, my love: fuck off.
And take whatever you want out of everything
we thought we once shared:
the books, the palo santo sculptures,
the vinyls, the portraits, the billard.
Don't leave any addresses. Please:
Go fuck yourself, my love.
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