Noose

We can’t liberate
Our feelings.
They cascade,
Degrade
From love
To friendship.
When breathing
Feels like stealing
Cooperate.
No lip service;
It’s a mandate.
Rise above.
Can’t get p****d
While doing this
Then it has no meaning.
If you do
The hangman’s noose
Awaits you.
Did you leave a last note?
Maybe you just
Forgot to wrote.
You cooked your goose
Now it’s time to eat it.

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