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Peace #31

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oleh arifianinp

"What is peace?" I ask.
"There is no something called peace" You said.

Peace is when we close our eyes
And exhale out all our worries

Peace is there's no kill and be killed
No kill like overkill

Peace should be with us
And never going anywhere
Or taken by someone, something we don't know

"Is peace will come?" You ask.
"I'm not sure" I said.

A.n
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