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Dragonball Z fanfiction limited 32 and a halfWhat she describes are mountains. All kinds of mountains.
Mountains halved and sheared, their white glistening meat-
mountains bordered in black oil shores
flashed and bleached until they metastasize
to the bruised t.v. horizon, the magnetic illustrations echoing
and organizing themselves to a coast
photocopied and scarred and photocopied again
over and over until the brutal distance becomes the mountains
convulsing and blinking in and out of existence.
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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