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Description
I'm from the trees
the bricks and glass,
fallen leaves and prickly needles.
I'm from shadows on the grass
and the whispers of
man and machine and laughing
children down the hill.

I'm from old books and silent
movies and computers and TVs,
from catalogues and titles.
I'm from waffles and lasagna
and tears and screams.

I'm from the tip of a
conductor's wand and a music note,
and the drones and chanting
from kilts and ties.

I'm from dojos and dojangs
and the smell of sweat
and shouts and the whooshing
of steel through nothing.

I'm from hands wielding
pens like swords and
swords like pens.

I'm from a love that
not even slammed doors and sharp words
could break.

Description
I'm from the trees
the bricks and glass,
fallen leaves and prickly needles.
I'm from shadows on the grass
and the whispers of
man and machine and laughing
children down the hill.

I'm from old books and silent
movies and computers and TVs,
from catalogues and titles.
I'm from waffles and lasagna
and tears and screams.

I'm from the tip of a
conductor's wand and a music note,
and the drones and chanting
from kilts and ties.

I'm from dojos and dojangs
and the smell of sweat
and shouts and the whooshing
of steel through nothing.

I'm from hands wielding
pens like swords and
swords like pens.

I'm from a love that
not even slammed doors and sharp words
could break.