I live in a place,
Now free of conflict.
I live in a space that is blessed,
To have unrest...
Stop at the front door.
I live in a place,
I didn't recognize at first.
It was silent and patient.
And it kept within me thirsting,
For more of it.
I live in a place,
Now free of conflict.
I live in a space that is blessed,
To have unrest...
Stop at the front door.
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