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2d
I don't know what you expect —
If you're demanding me to reciprocate,
Obliterating my freedom, then you extract
All the foundations of connection,
The thresholds of compassion,
All the holdings of collaboration,

Leaving nothing but a series of construction.
Written by
Bekah Halle  43/F/Australia
(43/F/Australia)   
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