Double-hearted
Proudly I show you the gifts that I bought you:
no hate, no love, lot's of indifference
and stoically wrapped lies.
My kiss on your night-cheek dissolves during the day
and when the night comes I'll erase my memory
in retrospect.
Closer you think, but that's not true. I bounce off
disappear from sight and leave all questions
a hundred times unanswered.
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