Peace
Peace
to some is quiet
to others it is the roar of an engine
the feeling of success
the feel of pencil across paper
but mine,
mine is the feeling of cold metal
of greasey hands
of sweat running down my face
and the smile on my dads face
while we build our cars
thats my peace
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