I am from

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I am from books
from reese's cups and jeeps
I am from the guitar that sleeps against my wall
acoustic, golden, played mostly when I'm unspoken
I am from orchids
blooming best when pollen sets and colorful leaves descend
I'm from beaches that never end and dark hair that rests against my shoulder
from Anna and Luda
I'm from binge watching shows and working hard from hot to colder
from "keep your back straight!" and "elbows off the table!"
I'm from the bait of a spiritual guiding, energy never subsiding
I'm from Richmond and the Kosoya's
from banana splits and papaya's
from the day Ukraine was no longer a home to my mom
twenty-nine, in the states
not a clue on what to do
but still she made it through
then had me
the way my dad can never be late
inside my wooden drawers, and old cassette tapes
objects that are withered and old doesn't mean their values are so

a lil more about me (:

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