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Childhood Home

Standing on the very edge of greatness.

Into the sweet field’s impressions,

Somehow growing above it.

Look over one shoulder,

And see the waves wash in a mirror cracked,

Perfect faces unravelling,

As the greatness treads on.

And over the other shoulder,

Rolling hills are hiding the secrets of the loves you leave behind,

Into a world of falsehoods and unforgiving heroes,

Facing glory in spite of the shadows.

Word has it that if you can stand in one place

And shout in both directions,

You can have it all.

As urban legends go, no living person has done it yet.

All of us must choose one.

Maya Alexis Coleman


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