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To The SeaI want to be part of you
I always have
A fear hides within me that wont allow me to.
To swim with the tides
To get lost in the waves
To taste the salt
To be part of what we once where.
I want to be a mermaid.
An ugly mermaid.
Not your typically described mermaid.
Beautiful long hair, gorgeous.
I want to be real.
I want to be ugly and real
I want to go back to the sea.
Be apart of it again.
Have you ever held your hand out and spread your fingers?
We have the slightest bit of webbing there, still.
I want to be be able to dive deep down,
Into the darkness.
I want to become the hunted.
We all came from the sea,
I want to go back without fear.
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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