A rubber band is made to stretch,
But its power is to contract.
It is a close binder of goods--
It unites what it keeps intact.
Love is a binder of people--
It surrounds as a loving net.
It stretches around to include,
It contracts to make intimate.
We can resist it till it snaps
Or wear out its pulling matter--
One is painful, one exhausting,
And in the end we all scatter.
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