eating figs.
we ate like the romans.
paolo pulled back the flesh. we pulled at the flesh. we ate the pulp. i let it drip down my chin.
he fed me the fruit. he fed me my heart.
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the love i feel.... it's different in italy. it's better. passion becomes undeniable, filling every cell in my body. smiling and giggling naturally follow. i feel comfortable in my own skin.
in usa, i am deemed obsessive and crazy. in italy, i'm simply passionate. andy said one day i would meet someone who appreciated my "intensity." allora....
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there is so much that can be shown to the world if only the world could open its eyes. to me the us is the world cause this is all i known and yet i understand what it is and isn't to be a memeber of the US community. I really like your stuff. it makes me sit back and really look at the mirror in front of me.
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