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Jun 17
The world was small,
but the days felt big.
They stretched out before me
like big, beautiful balloons,
just waiting to be popped.

Like a child,
sometimes I let one go;
a waste of something good,
but it certainly was eerily pretty
to watch float off into the ether.
Thoughts? Feedback?
Jo Barber
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Jo Barber  20/F
       Amanda Noel, Jules, Muzaffer, laura, FreeMind and 2 others
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