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White-light brilliant, though raised as dim
The tradition fostered momentum and she married her him

Unexpected in the way love and physics tender a fall
I wanted to make change, though long after it all

The smile she breathed to me, lit upon mine
Yes, life has not fiction, history not time.

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Written by glh

June 24, 2012 at 23:54

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