I am from an imperfect place with cracks and distorted layers love and uncertainty parents lifting me up, holding me down, with friends now far away close, ever evolving flicking too fast through books travelling a long way into myself always always going in circles that pushed me forward sometimes back fragmented baggage increasingly hazy. It rained softly often a mellow, protected, restricted place shooting me out, naïve but aware. I am from many places multiple thresholds, cups of tea mundane and extraordinary
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