Permanent Peace
Forgiveness has no need for a court system.
But tell that to the Brontosaurus snarling in my face.
My wounded heart, my soaring heart.
Freedom is a smile away.
Beyond your own gate
Are no more gates.
All of it melts in her cinnamon eyes anyways.
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