I care not about this body,

indebted only to love.

Word: my only possession.

IT received what it asked for.

.

Mostly.

.

The vile thrive, the just subside.

Message received.

I choose my choices.

IT wants me to change.

.

I won’t.

.

I wish I were with you

where music makes itself.

No sentimental journeys,

IT envies my upside.

.

I can’t.

.

Chances to take,

lovers and haters alike.

Small game.

IT wins all the time.

.

I know.

.

I know the enemy.

I won’t give in.

I can’t lose.

.

Mostly.

.

IT began on day one,

IT ends when I breathe last.

Small game.

I win.

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