A Cold Night of Mushrooms

Words we say to say weīre in love.
Words we say but we donīt say.
Words we admit in a dream,
and when we wake up we donīt say.

Truth that scares but does not (s)care,
I became foreign to my own dream when I knew it was real.
I woke up and still dreamed,
but still afraid to say what I wanted to say.

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