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Aug 20
You my Colusseum,
The fortress to my deepest emotions my endless truths and timeless thoughts of you,
The view that waits for me at the top of your garden overlooking the city of preserved golden idols and melancholic gods of War
You my Ares, blessed in the golden sun
Between the cobbled streets of history and music, knowledge and expectation,
For you my muse destined to leave like fait has foretold
Leaving for home while leaving me in Italy,
The land of great poets who fought for their love yet watched them leave,
Just like you my colosseum,
My american dream
Upset when falling in love in a foreign country but its fleeting as they must leave
Lucas Grant
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Lucas Grant  16/M
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