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Jul 2014
In all the glory of the morning Sun,
you were my first.
When the dark encloses and I shut my eyes,
you will be my last.
Sometimes I get lost in the days
though.
And you become infinite
You are my piece of infinity
Isaac Bahn
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Isaac Bahn
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   Nicole and Julia Van Winkle
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