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when the blazing sun's touch is gentle to the skin,
and the cold breeze kiss makes me grin;
when my mind is impressively quiet,
and my demons finally learned the word silent;
when love is a word that isn't foreign to me,
and peace is a friend i lay with under the tree,
a pen in one hand,
the other reaching the clouds,
this is how the laughter evolves,
the way i heal, and thank the universe,
a collection of poetry and prose:
this is sunlit scars and scribbles
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