The quiet choice
By which I free myself, my scream
Free you, no less, to both of us
Your kiss on my neck, it’s still there.
Unreal.

Another though, to keep on screaming
I’d lose the loss, it’s bittersweet
But not the scent, the fire, justified
You keep a jewel of pain, well nourished.
Unreal.

We’d choose the next, the easy road
If next was real, not a cherished excuse
So scream, why not, the liveable evil
I’d rather see the trees lit up like stars
And feel I’m real.

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