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Andiamo a Firenze, regalami un fiore.

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The Abandoned Room

I feel you in all your glory. It shines into my darkened room. It makes the mold dry. Yet whenever you come, I feel a certain casual distance between you and I. If you have ever wondered why, knowing that from you My dust I cannot hide, I still reluctantly find a reason to dislike you as my prize.

- Fiore Blu

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Words are like the keys to a piano; they sound perfect when tuned and heard by the right ears.

"Musical Speech," Fiore Blu

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If I pour my half a gallon of soul, and heat it over the stove, can this fill you with love?

"Milk," Fiore Blu

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Try

I am really trying. 

I try with myself.

I tried with you. 

Now,

I am really trying, 

trying hard to forget

I ever loved you.

- Blu 

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The headache clouds the poetry until dusk; the poetry makes the headache at dawn. There is no resolve between them; there is no rest in them.

“Insomnia,” by Fiore Blu 

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Stubborn

Judgement holds the wheel

until all have been pushed away.

Now which is the words that are fake

and which makes a man out of copy and paste?

There will be jesters impersonating kings,

and men with crowns 

blessed 

from listening. 

-Fiore Blu

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Circus