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Jun 2019
The days went fast,
but the nights moved slowly,
like a sad country song
or the Alaskan summer sun -
forever trying to set,
yet never able to do so,
leaving the sky with
the color of perpetual dusk.
Jo Barber
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Jo Barber  22/F
(22/F)   
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     Muzaffer, DIPTI DHA and laura
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