And the memory of your image be tarnished by lament.
You will not silence my gestures of commotion,
You will not take away my grinless emotions.
You will not, you shall not!
I will bathe in the assumptions of your indecisions,
I will learn to hate you and rid me of the hope that lingers.
And soon the traces that at once remain of your existence
Shall be as alive as the voluntary amnesias of my every day;
Until I no longer love you.
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