First Memory
Sitting in the backyard.
Rusty brick wall separates
me from the world.
Dirt under my fingernails,
red bumps on my fingertips.
The lone palm tree sways,
The sun hides in the clouds.
I'm happy.
No chaos, no financial instability, no anxiety.
True inner peace,
One with nature.
I was three.
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Hi, my name is Bryan. I live, I think, I write. Some of my influences include: Bob Dylan, Nas, Wu-Tang Clan, Oscar Wilde, Charles Bukowski, E. E. Cummings, Billie Holiday, Gabriel Garcia Marquez.
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