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[ lucrezia borgia sits on the swing in the garden, pale blue silks and hair held up against the heat. despite it all, she's all but running on sunshine, not walking on it. ]

a verse!

[ listen carefully, tranquility, it's been a while, after all ]

Set me where the sun burns flowers and grass,
or where he's conquered by the ice and snow:

[ a meaningful look, here. ]

set me beneath his temperate chariot,
where it rises or where it descends:

set me far from fame, or let me be known:
I'll be what I have been, live as I've lived,
continuing my fifteen years of sighs.

[ a hum ]

a bargain, tranquility. I have sighed all that I can for weeks, it would seem. smiles would do better, dancing would be sublime, if you care to join me.

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...sounds like poetry to me.

[ because see, verses are for songs

that hurt to type i just have to say it. ]

Yes, it must, they are one and the same. If Petrarca would not be implied as poetry then I would know the world around me is certainly mad.

You said verses, though. Just sayin'.

Are they not one and the same?

Could be, I guess. I'm not expert.

[ she pauses, thoughtful. ]

Thought those were for songs, though.

Shall we write music to the words? It could easily become a song.

[ and she's actually able tot try, her mood is good enough. ]

You can if you want, but I'm really not a music-writing kinda person.

[ lulu you're so perky faith can't even ]

Truly! You don't enjoy music? At all?

[ but faith :< ]

Nah, I like it fine. Just don't know anything about writing it.

[ why perkiness. why ]

You have never tried?

[ curious :> ]

Pretty sure you don't just... sit down and write a song. You gotta know, like, music or something. Notes, I don't know.

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