My skin-tinted...

My skin-tinted—
Red, White, Blue;
Origins are
Silhouetted—

Crumbling history—
(Magnificent in its aging departure)
Breathing the tales of
Time—

Here—is where I am from—
Not what I know,
Nor where I grew up... yet...

This is what I am—
(I distinctly sense it)
Part of my soul has forever
Existed in this
Place—

Timeless—
Boundless—
Beauty—

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