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Triumph and glory,
come into my arms,
as the peace we share,
grows infectiously,
incessantly beckoning me,
sparing me from anxiety.
So anxiously i share peace
astrally with whom i love.
War, he thrives on anyway,
but we must start somewhere.
If love works it's magic,
so can peace.
We love all, that all may
know our peace.
Laughing, peace dances,
a wanton sprite,
celebrating itself,
alive, banishing our fears.
Peace of mind in our time.
Peace begins unconditionally
with me, inside of me,
with myself.
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