exile
i haven't been to the river in forever and they've started clinking and sinking into the light beneath the mirror ball
i'm told only assholes go to Rome but they come back refined, philosophical and historical, still assholes though
because it's not a one-way street and they can only dream about this river and this ecstasy but perhaps that's why they fled to Rome in the first place
perhaps they finally wanted the catch instead of the chase
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