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Tuesday, 27 October 2015

remembering the weekend
on the weekend me and my little brother played touch in the 
afternoon.
my hands remembers getting all numbed.
my feet remembers getting all cold by the icy grass.
my body remembers the wind going throw.
my face remembers all the rain and wind.
my arms remember the wet icy grass.
my mind remembers the cold at the frosty night.

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