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Jan 2016
"It is summer yet, and the last roses fade to gloom,
in the searing heat of our midnight silence,
and the parting shadows of a distant moon,
in this darkness,
the night is clearest than parting day,
the last rose of summer; limp...
like silliness of our dismay!"

A.r. Bazian
*May 19th, 2014
Ar Bazian
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Ar Bazian  Jordan
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