Death of Peace
Death of Peace
Radiant feelings have become an antique object that sit on a shelf, hidden in an attic
Tranquility has fallen into a deep slumber, or uncertain death
Melatonin becoming the diet
Lying comatose for some kind of revival,
Tiny angels provide resuscitation
Regaining consciousness,
Man made artifacts and human hands produce mysterious possessions
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