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Sep 1
It’s the last day of August and,
the scorching summer has been lost.

The nights sky’s vacation is off break.
Sunsets are falling closer and closer to the night shift’s power trip.

As the cold wind blows, the fire extinguishes.
Autumn’s life for the moment, all we can do is nothing, but enjoy it.
snipes
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snipes  26/M/Waterbury
(26/M/Waterbury)   
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     Peace Okpechi, Jimmy silker and kiyori
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