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Feb 17
Today,
a day we live,
a day slowly fade,
a day only for us to create.

Tomorrow,
a day of unknown,
a day we may still there,
a day full of surprise and full of shock.

Yesterday,
a day became memory,
a day destined to be our history,
a day we never truly move on since.
Written by
Enoch
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   Rick and Emma
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