If it does not,
will not,
won’t ever consume you,
Why do it?
Apart from brushing,
bathing,
eating,
breathing,
and sighing...
If it only asks for a part of your soul
Don’t give it
For we are all filled
To capacity
With the space ever expanding
And the potential ever growing
That giving less than a whole
Will not only subtract from your being
But will leave you with nothing
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I would like to translate this poem
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