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Nov 2022
quiet school halls fill the scene
my sepia toned memories
of scorching days
in an everlasting summer
repeating, redundant
the same old dream every night.
funny thing, all my dreams are set in school ever since the start of the pandemic
lua
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lua  19/F/on the moon
(19/F/on the moon)   
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