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My friends are my friends
My enemy also has friends
And friends of friends like me
Friends not enemies

I wonder why we nurture enemies
Why we need enemies

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For what really is an enemy
Other than someone or something who/that
Is a pain in my side
Who/that is an itch under my skin.

Why do I nurture/feed then my enemy
Why do I desire/need an enemy.

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Maybe so that I can push you away
Maybe so I can be right and not wrong
Maybe because my thinking is fragile

But is that really a threat to me – 
Like racist – like sexist – like hate-ist
Just without all the “stuff” needed to justify

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Maybe needing/having enemies is me
Just being a lazy “ist” of my choice
Maybe needing/having “isims/oligies” is me
Just being a lazy godlike or worse

I no longer need enemies
I no longer desire enemies
I no longer create enemies
I no longer nurture enemies

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Love without condition
Is completely full-filling
No space left for sin enemies.
When my choice is to be all filled-up

On love

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