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Jul 2016
Serenity is casting me out;
Out from the dark clouds of pain,
The weeping shadows of the crowd,
The screaming cicadas of the past.

The serenity I once lost,
I rest in the pavement with your hand.
Ming Sama // Poem No. 6
Gilly Sama
Written by
Gilly Sama  Camp Half-Blood
(Camp Half-Blood)   
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