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Have you objection?
You are no object
But rather fulfillment.

No single purpose
In it’s stead every
No pick and choice.

All or none
I will consume
You will be enveloped.

Fold and crease
Binding broken
The book reread.

Hidden pages
Stuck together
Time awaited.

Mend the tears
Lost restored
I now republish.

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