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Ulterior MotivesWhile his words may have spoke otherwise, Yoda could clearly sense the Sith Lord's aura emanating fear, now. A flurry of black: the Sith aura receded as the Emperor made for the exit of the chamber with a spectacular somersault.
But the swirling darkness halted, almost as soon as begun: the Jedi Master was there first, the pure barrier of light freezing the Sith Lord to the brushed aluminum flooring.
"If so powerful you are...why leave?"
Under his shadowing cloak, Darth Sidious frowned, sunken eyes crinkling like potatoes in the sun. The Emperor was not accustomed to being denied access wheresoever he wished. A low croak, worthy of a real-life swansong, escaped from under the hood.
"I...just had...to uuuuuse...the restroom..."
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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