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Jun 2018
Lazy sundowns
as we stare at that old white ceiling.

Fingers intertwined,
thinking about the "ifs" of our future.

It was peaceful there,
in our private place.

Oh what a contrast
to the real world.
Gala
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Gala  19/F
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