Returning Home To You I came upon a dark forest, midway through my life, I was a fugitive from my Florence, running from the killer's knife. Across the mountain country above the Tuscan plains I found myself a refuge in the cold winter rains. I set myself the task of making myself whole. I searched here to find the poetry of my soul. What I came to…
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