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To Fifteen (15)

Choose peace

I know it's hard, and I know it hurts--

I feel it too, beating like a wounded

Bird's wings, aching like hunger,

Itchy as salt on the skin, crying

"Not again! Not again!"

I know. This time:

Let's press through

Take the opportunity to grease the gears

Loose the spring

And be dazzled by the light of it,

By the clear sky, by honoring your strength

In soaring as you drive the sun.

She is too bright to watch with naked eyes

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