6. Eu fiquei parada.
7. Don't bring your shit into this. Don't start.
Don't look me in the eyes. Just go.
Spare me the well-rehearsed speeches
and the fake goodbyes. Don't make a scene.
Don't say you're sorry or what life
is like: all is forgettable;
that the world and time heal all wounds.
Once again, my love: get lost.
And take all you want of everything
we once thought we shared:
the books, the pau-santo sculptures,
the vinyls, the portraits, the pool.
Don't leave any addresses. Just please:
Go fuck yourself, my love.
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