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KidXMaka fanfic ch1
"What is it?" Kid asked Maka. She paused for a second like she was debating with herself. Then she smiled, "Oh, nevermind. It's nothing." She rolled over in the bed to where her back was facing him. "Goodnight," she said. "Yeah, goodnight." he layed down next to her. Was what she was going to say important? Kid discarded the thought almost immediantly. He then began to think of if they got caught. Maka had been sneeking into kids room every night for the past six months. They were afraid that no one would approve of them being together, so they kept it a secret. They never 'did anything' except for that one night, but they promised each other not to do it again unless they were married. If what she had to say had anything to do with that... Kid shook his head and closed his eyes. If it was then she'd tell him. Ri
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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