Is there peace?
No one can say wether it is, was, or will be here.
Like a utopia, it can not be achieved.
They have tried.
They have fallen.
They have been broken.
Like glass, it takes strength from all parts to form, but if broken, it will never be fixed.
We broke that glass.
There is and will never be no true peace.
(That was cool)
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PoetrySome poems I think of on the spot! Read the latest ones! This book has been on here for almost 5 years so writing styles have changed for the better.
