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I am from the home squeezed bewitch two others
The neighborhood where you could waltz through and see everything and nothing
A place where false evils were tried and stuff of the British was destroyed
Were the water is cold and the beaches so near
Yet found in this neighborhood not many more like me

I hail from Jamaica man a bit Native American to
Part my mother part my father
The family name torn and changed
No one could guess we were related
One thing in common yet I carry it almost alone now

Said common thing is a torch of not light but the thing that come later
Taught on pitch, tone, and finger placement
We have all gone through the courses with love and hate for it
My great-grandmother’s kin’s kin now holds a rival torch of her own to that which I carry
However it’s fine, for my torch is made of many sounds while hers just one

I am around that fusion of saddle, coffee, and dark brown eyes
The ones that are like a cat’s yet still need correction
These eyes are ones I wish to trade for a deep amber brass, or a mix of silvery timber wolf and iced grey
With a head of mangled grass and weeds dipped in black ink constantly growing
Never able to be tamed let alone maintain a more appealing form

I am from those movies about pets and animals
Fancy cats lost from home and a half wolf half dog trying so hard to prove himself to the world
That pot of boiling water soon replace with a rich enchanting sauce of aurelin, titanium, and cadmium yellow
I am that kid that wanted to care for all cats with no homes and own many of the same car
Alas I’ve turned more to realism and shadow the skills of science and arts

I am from MA and I am a Salem Witch

Description
I am from the home squeezed bewitch two others
The neighborhood where you could waltz through and see everything and nothing
A place where false evils were tried and stuff of the British was destroyed
Were the water is cold and the beaches so near
Yet found in this neighborhood not many more like me

I hail from Jamaica man a bit Native American to
Part my mother part my father
The family name torn and changed
No one could guess we were related
One thing in common yet I carry it almost alone now

Said common thing is a torch of not light but the thing that come later
Taught on pitch, tone, and finger placement
We have all gone through the courses with love and hate for it
My great-grandmother’s kin’s kin now holds a rival torch of her own to that which I carry
However it’s fine, for my torch is made of many sounds while hers just one

I am around that fusion of saddle, coffee, and dark brown eyes
The ones that are like a cat’s yet still need correction
These eyes are ones I wish to trade for a deep amber brass, or a mix of silvery timber wolf and iced grey
With a head of mangled grass and weeds dipped in black ink constantly growing
Never able to be tamed let alone maintain a more appealing form

I am from those movies about pets and animals
Fancy cats lost from home and a half wolf half dog trying so hard to prove himself to the world
That pot of boiling water soon replace with a rich enchanting sauce of aurelin, titanium, and cadmium yellow
I am that kid that wanted to care for all cats with no homes and own many of the same car
Alas I’ve turned more to realism and shadow the skills of science and arts

I am from MA and I am a Salem Witch