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Kill me, Kill me, Kill me again!
Anything to stop this pain!
It flows like the waves on a beach
but hurts like a thousand knives aimed at me
I don't know wnat I've lost
But I know I'm not getting it back
It must have been precious
becuse this is eternal pain
Why should you even look at me?
I've done something to you, haven't I?
Tell me what I've done!
Or throw me into the flames
So I may be consumed.
And this pain can finally end.
For PhoebeSome people call you phoebe,
Others call you elvengirl,
but I call you cyber big sister,
the bright light in my world.
You bring me hope
you make me laugh
we talk together and make it last
I could ask for nothing else
you always help me so
I wish I could repay you back
In any way I know.
you've been there when I'm down
You've been there when I'm here
You've always helped my find my way
I always hold you dear
I call you big sister because that's how I care
you've even given me comfort, those times when I was scared
You might not have known it, but you helped more than you know
my sweet, sweet oneechan, I really love you so.
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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