THE BODY

And it happens that some of my muscles start to ache
more from what I do
than for what I have.
Between love and friendship
I wobble.
Between all and nothing
between being and becoming
I no longer choose today,
I can't be bothered.
I have the freedom to go out but do not leave,
I have the freedom to do whatever I like
and that's exactly what I do.
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