A shotgun,
would be just fine...
Into my mouth,
to blow out my spine.
So pick out a coffin,
from the undertaker's line;
a big black one,
would be just fine...
Dark room of flowers,
but not from the florist's line.
Dead and decayed,
would be just fine...
Whisper your lies;
say your loving goodbyes.
Whatever comes to mind,
would be just fine...
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I would like to translate this poem
this poem is 'just fine'.... Asma...