Where I'm From
I’m from chlorine and sawdust, from fresh paint and over brewed coffee.
I’m from housemade cherry cola, from honey and citrus.
I’m from from frozen and cracked asphalt, from dried mud and messy mascara.
I’m from worn-down keyboards and late night posts tagged “the author has no mercy”.
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