Gratitude

I thank you for everything:
For the secret pain of passion,
For the bitterness of tears, for the poison of your kiss,
For the revenge of enemies and the slander of friends;
For the fire in my soul — dissipated, lost in a desert,
For everything that betrayed me in my life...
Just make it so that, from now on,
I'll not have to thank you for much longer.

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