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I was just a misspelled word
you so easily erased
from the notebook of your life.

                  
Now,
how do I ever erase you —
the most beautiful poem of my heart?
If the harsh words you spoke

could ever rebound,  

you would have known

how painful they are.
Hot days,

Dry grass,

Turn on the sprinklers,

Tarty tunes and shake that ***...
Hatred with violence
And the fear within.
Freedom from distress,
Tranquility lingering.

Only fairness,
A state of harmony.
Presence of justice -
A true symphony.

Peace is not a treaty.
It's the truth.
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