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My Way of Life ; My Way of Survival

From what I can remember I am here because my Mother. See re-married to run away from a life of dead ends and sink holes. Maybe you have heard it or seen it yourself a place of promise, hopes, and sunshine. You may not be from here but have always wanted to visit or vacation […]

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Where I’m From

  I am from a blank canvas from baking soda  and rum I am from the concrete jungle Hard, cold, lonely It tasted like blood and charcoal I am from the poppy seed flower the California Redwood tall sturdy and overlooking   I’m from the banana leafs and bad tempers from Rudolfo and Sebastiana I’m […]

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