With an absence of malice
I shook the storm.
With an absence of malice
I took my calm.

In the absence of malice
I purged my pain.
In the absence of malice
I sought to gain.

From the absence of malice
I looked ahead.
From the absence of malice
My soul was fed.

Listen to the palms…

~Loca Gringa

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