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Dec 2015
A foggy winter morning
Obscures my point of view
With timeless memories,
With millions of possibilities,
Reminiscent of me and you:

Only our present is visible
With nary a clue where we are,
But I feel that everything was worth it,
We're the closest thing to perfect
That I've ever been (so far)
Love without a modicum of uncertainty means nothing in the end.
12/5/15
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     Lior Gavra and Layla Emory Holt
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