The Land Was PeacefulA Poem by Photographed Thoughtswar does not determine who is right - only who is leftthe land was peaceful like empty paper elegant and free waiting to be used the boots marred the land like words on paper together but unique wanting for the end a shadow overtook like a pen on paper continuative yet destructive writing a new end leaving stains in the land like ink on paper forever to remain bleeding through
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