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it's hard to believe a memory like that can be frozen in time, for me to look at - of you, and your beauty. harder to believe still that beauty reaches new, undistinguishable heights with you my love at the precipice, standing there all coy and unknowing. if beauty could ever write a poem, or a letter or stand still long enough to entertain my doubts into certainties for the future: this would be it. and you are beautiful.