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Faded House
There once was a House that held the happiness and heat of a foreign and tropical land colonized by conquistadors before it faded into history. I crawled on its wooden floors before I knew how to walk. Inside it, I held my bottle and cried. People squeezed my cheeks until they were red and sore. …
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Roma in retrospect
Memories are like Pooh Sticking on your shoe And when you keep walking Pieces fall off Until its all gone Until you step in it again. A wise Oracle once said, “I know I know nothing.” When I was a kid my daddylolo taught me to honor our ancestors because he had that good ole…