Friends to farm

Some pains turn addictive
Some souls silently suckle
The worlding addiction
Thus the pain is naught and abuse is necessary love
And love thus lost from memories
When memories die
What lies in beyond
What lies in a moment
That does not lie when time streaches
To action
A truth of open skies and fertile earth
And friends to farm
A truth that does not have to shy away
When seeps in death and memories go blinder
Not in addiction
But in happiness pleasure is found
Not hidden
But open as sky, with a fertile earth below
And happy friends to farm

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