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De Pere, Wisconsin

Assistant Photographer

The world is made anew in a symphony of light, To my eyes there is only you, The one who has cast out demons of my past, And cultivated angels of the future, All while stoking the fires of my present. I, who was once a shadow. I find myself questioning infinity, And whether love comes instantly, Cause this love lasts but a second, And holds infinitely in time. And whether or not you came, For this poor lonely soul, I hope only for you to know.