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May 2018
Divine for me, if you please, how I have ye, and you do not speak?
Have I crossed a line, that thine correspondence is bleak?
Have you put upon me a girdle, that our interaction be limited to only what you would need from me?

You sit there in your cocoon,
I do not know that you brood,
I imagine you must have some preoccupation that is veiled from me.
Whence come they?
That you would not let me see?
I long for you to become with me
For I sit alone unhinged from thee.

Can we talk, you and I?
Be unleashed, you and I?
Melded, unrestricted you and I?

Open for me, this seclusion chafes.
Written by
habiba  26/F/Nairobi, KE
(26/F/Nairobi, KE)   
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