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Mar 2013
I am sitting in an empty classroom
wondering
what exactly it is
that makes Fear
such a formidable enemy.

To be afraid
is to be without
Peace.

I am counting
the myriad forms
Fear has taken for me.

As that number
is the number
of times
Peace has been taken from me.
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   Shashank Virkud
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