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The Word


it may be cliche, even ridiculous for today.

i yearn, i hunger, i ache for Peace.

such a thing is hidden behind all the terror,

such  a word has become a fleeting dream.

but i see it behind the curtains of war.

forgive me for these forbidden wishes,

but  i yearn, i hunger, i ache, i search for Peace.

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