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Flatfielder Jan 2021
A plague has invaded
Sense and minds
Dig deeper race in circles
Relish trouble it excites
Pleasureseeker egoistic
Be now first
That's all what counts
Desire did take notice
If only one would abide
Eliminate all other senses
Going deep
There is nothing alike
Yet to burst and let go
A one freed when it left
So to see those lives' chances
Let them come
Let them be

— The End —