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The Truce

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The stuffy air filled up the room
Tension eased into relief
Rivals turned
friends
By a small item
Slender
Sleek
Caressed onto a piece of paper

The room made no noise
It was
dark
cold
Slender and sleek
It hit the paper
Rivals turned friends

Snarls turned into smiles
The bodies moved through the room
Slowly

Surely
Each exiting
one by one

To enter a new world
One without

violence

ending the sadness





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