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No boundaries
I used to be from nights with street lamps
and roads filled with cars.
From an apartment with two bedrooms
from which one I had shared.
Now I am from nights on the porch
And bright stars,
from a house with a white picket fence
that restrains my yellow lab
I was once from a neighborhood where the
backyard was a place my mom would not let us play.
A place surrounded by sirens darting by
And thuds above my bedroom ceiling.
I am now from a place where my neighbors
visited with a toasty pumpkin pie.
From a place where precisely cut lawns
are enclosed in silence.
I used to be from a place with damaged sidewalks
from which I would rollerblade with my brothers.
From a place we set our own boundaries on how
far we would go play from home.
Now I am from a place of a backyard forest
where my forts made of wooden pallets lay.
I am now from a place where
boundaries don't exist.
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