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AUTUMN
I dreamt of my mother’s egg-blue peg bucket
and how the clatter of rain
on the scullery window sent
her heartbeat racing.
I remember us scurrying
down the backyard
to free her hung dry clothes
from their pegged wooden captors.
She watched as we yanked disrespectfully,
faded jeans and t-shirts flailing
and the pegs snapping,
reluctantly letting go.
I remember wat...
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At this very moment I’m an 18 year old, from Denmark. I don’t have much idea of who I am, but as many scientists state, my brain is still under development, so I choose to believe it’s okay. I don’t really have hobby hobby, but I enjoy trying new things, and have periods of times, where I’m fixated on a certain thing and will be doing that, until I’m tired of it. It has been painting, drawing, gym...
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