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How much of my movement claims the territory of my freedom-space?
How much of my movement resists the temptation of an embrace?
I’m sick of claiming my independence.
I don’t want to be alone.
I sit on the edge of the bed, wanting to embrace.
I know if I leave I am setting my claim.
I am sick of claiming my independence.
I want to be free.
And so I embrace.
The Soul Reporter 