Venezia

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I never expected
to ever find
a city with a
living soul.
So beautiful
and magical.
She takes me
by the hand
and tells me
it’s okay to be a
quite, shy introvert.
She insists
I have a home
here.
She appears in
period costume.
I try to tell her
that I’m not Italian.
But she shakes her head.
She insists that
I belong here.
Here is where
she says
all my dreams
live.
I know
her name is
Venezia.

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