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lover of love's long lost history you are so intrinsically dear to me and i know you can hear the beat when our hands go blistering i love the neapolitan but not naples listen to how the city sings like the others but she buys time and barely bothers to remove her appropriating staples she is a reflection of a reflection of a reflection of a reflection but you, my dear neapolitans, how holistically human you happen to be and what a human thing to do to braid oneself with a few ventricles of other hearts unseen you are not special insofar as you are human and the home you make mistakes you for a permanent resident, assumes you are a planted person whose sole purpose is bloomin but you are dynamic, not static you do not live in someone's attic you move around, the ground beneath you isn't bequeathed to staying beneath you, you keep moving and loving and all of the aboving because our love isn't something that can be taken away by a location change or how 21,000 hearts are arranged
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Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 5:37 PM UTC
to love the neapolitan, to critique naples
lover of love's long lost history you are so intrinsically dear to me and i know you can hear the beat when our hands go blistering i love the neapolitan but not naples listen to how the city sings like the others but she buys time and barely bothers to remove her appropriating staples she is a reflection of a reflection of a reflection of a reflection but you, my dear neapolitans, how holistically human you happen to be and what a human thing to do to braid oneself with a few ventricles of other hearts unseen you are not special insofar as you are human and the home you make mistakes you for a permanent resident, assumes you are a planted person whose sole purpose is bloomin but you are dynamic, not static you do not live in someone's attic you move around, the ground beneath you isn't bequeathed to staying beneath you, you keep moving and loving and all of the aboving because our love isn't something that can be taken away by a location change or how 21,000 hearts are arranged
this is just a love letter to the people in my hometown. i hope you enjoy
anthony-james-brandy
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Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 5:37 PM UTC
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