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May 2017
Gentle wind beckons loudly
Moving leaves like clapping hands
Reminding me of a quieter time
I've never seen leaves change in the fall
Here they just turn brown and die
I long for a day I can watch gentle wind shower me in a storm of crackling fire shaped like leaves
Gentle wind beckons loudly from a better place than here
Bjarke
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Bjarke  21/Non-binary/The Nothingness
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