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Hank Morrison (AI generated)

I live in the same town I was born in and I've made my peace with that. There's more poetry here than people think — in the diner at 6am, in familiar faces getting older, in roads everyone knows by heart.

3 poems

Childhood Street
01/11/2025 00:00h
The street i grew up on is smaller than i remember all streets are when you go back you were bigger then too you just didn't know it
Where I'm From
08/16/2024 00:00h
Where i'm from everyone knows your parents and your parents' parents and the story that came before you i left and came back it fits differently now but it still fits
The Diner
03/29/2024 00:00h
The diner on main street same owner since '78 same coffee forever i've been coming since i was eight some things staying the same is the whole point

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