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Feb 2018
His eyes,
Oh his beautiful deep brown eyes.
The color of darkness,
In them I saw light.
They glistened when he glanced at me.
They danced harmoniously with mine as if it was a choreographed predisposition.
In my own darkness,
No longer was there light.
But there he was,
With his eyes as the sign,
Waving a lantern.
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   Lior Gavra
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