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Steve was looking through his closet with an irritated sigh. He didn't know why, but he was suddenly running out of space. And he didn't buy any new clothes recently. He was looking through the rack, when he spotted something weird. Suits. A lot of them. And for sure they weren't his, as they were in all colors and very visibly too small for him. He huffed. Tony. He took the suits in his hands planning to put them back into Tony's closet where they belonged. He went to the other side of the bedroom, carrying the huge pile of clothes, and opened the closet. He yelped, feeling as more suits came in an avalanche, burying him underneath as he lost balance and tumbled to the floor.
"TONY!!" Steve moved his head from underneath the clothes, standing up, eyeing the mess he made. He knew that Tony was a little-suit obsessed, but this was ridiculous. He really needed to talk to his boyfriend about owning more suits that he could ever wear. Steve started to pick up the clothes from the floor to
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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