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It was a special kind of love, the one we had,

raw, untethered, wild and free.

It lit up the sky, sprouted bright lily fields,

but the truest flames were when we were you and me.

Holding hands, trading dreams, basking in the fields,

shroud in tenderness both young and clean.

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Poem by Eli Mwalimu

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Shot by Becca Tapert

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My Loves…

The best kind of relationship is the one you build just between the two of you.

Xoxo

Eli

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