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TFP: Downfall... [Part I: Chapter IV]
The sun was setting when Optimus rolled onto the high way leading into the tiny town where Isaac Courage lived. The two-way lane high way leading to the town was most dangerous. Lauren had once told him of her friend who was killed in a tragic accident on that same highway. Optimus took note of the two white crosses that they passed going into the town, and made a silent prayer.
“Did Lauren tell you about…”
“Yes,” Optimus admitted, “She said they were close when they knew one another, but attending separate school parted them. She also said ‘True friends never say good-bye’.”
Melissa smiled, “She learned that from Kyler.”
“She learned many things from things from him… his condition is ripping her heart out,” Optimus whispered. “She only left his side for the funeral and for the international summit. Lauren never intended to be gone for a prolonged period of time. Although, Rachet mentioned
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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