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These yearnings of yesteryear

Strips of gold
and everything luminous yellow.
The heat of sun on prints and patterns.
Wooden planks bearing witness
to old women and grinning babies.
Maps of the world on cold grey cement,
where i once lay,
a matriarch and her old fake leather radio.
Now on my skin, the blazing concrete roof.
These yearnings of yesteryear,
did they make me happy?