(poetry) by DonJaime Mon Apr 02 2007 at 8:57:13

Close the door behind me on your freedom
Good-bye to me, and dress yourself for him
Fidelity slip back upon your finger
The scent of love be washed out of your skin

And should he see the traces of my fingers
Three red lines of passion on your back
Then tell him lies: don't say it was an angel
Save him from his fear: I won't be back.

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