In Castellammare Di Stabia, Italy.Things from my mother-
like a past life.
But I am alive.
Take a run through the citrus fields,
past the olive trees-
run around the town castle-
past the burning fire of a
vagrants breakfast
preparation.
Past the ornate alters of Mother Mary.
Shrines of Mary, mother.
Exit on the porch to the
large marble steps
it's not fair for me to fall in love.
(because)
Missing people hurts too much.
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