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Sep 2016
After this
    long
    summer where
the street lights stay
orange after
                nightfall

I'm going to keep telling
myself
if the sun looks like it
   never sets,
then
   the fall is never coming
Written by
Sarah  F/Oregon
(F/Oregon)   
456
   Doug Potter
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