Inner Peace

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I’m writing garbage
There’s full of trash in my head lately
And a lot of clamor too
Declutter on the way

Catching some fresh air
Walking restlessly downtown
The hustle and bustle unnerve me
Come quickly, take me to the summit

Calling out Genie, show yourself please
I only have one wish
Make my inner world a better place
Give my mind a sense of peace

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