'finding peace' together

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Peace Is not withdrawal Peace is the surge The urge Peace is arising Swelling Overflowing Swing of Upturning Turned-up rhythm Peace is resurgence Peace is expression
  Teetering on the edge, knuckles white Mind racing, why am I here? spiraling What can I hold? Or what can hold me? How can it all somehow turn out right?
I am poetry.  My back is the spine.  My arms turn into the cover.  My fingers smooth into pages.  The prints printed on my thumbs bleed words.   
Leaves fall off into the world below Like how raindrops kiss the pavement and asphalt  Leaving a trail of existence that will soon disperse 
  The world is full of a wide spectrum of color frequencies I am the yellow sun, the blue sky, the green grass, the orange to yo kool-aid, and the gold beads from Mardi Gras.
Humanity used to be beautiful,But it is poisoned by sin.Hate grows as Man lets it sprout,It causes hurt, suffering, and deathStop this deadly disease For the People of the World.  
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