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Peace

Peace

Peace

Beach glass in the palm of my hand
Light blue
Smooth and cool and quiet
Blank canvas of my contentment

Slipping from its old skin
No longer
Broken and murderous
Abandoned without hope or use

Born of waxing and waning
Contractions
Ground from despair into beauty
To be found by all who seek

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