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Jan 2017
I lived in a house with seventeen doors,
two in the front,
and the rest were red.
A staircase led to one of the red ones in the front,
and underneath the floor of the red front door,
there was another carpet,
and it was also red.

Ive talked little about the staircases in my home,
of which there were eighty-seven,
but only two of them had any steps,
one had a small room under it
and spiders would plunder it,
It was always dark,
and that's where I found my ring,
when I found it however,
it was just a piece of metal,
I used my drill to shape it,
and I sold it,
and with the money I bought a house,
With twice as many staircases,
and doors four times Redder.
Scott Hamsun
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Scott Hamsun  22/M/Bergen
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