D.Joseph: Impossible, beat the saint →
My mother cried when I was drafted.
The tears wet her cheeks and
wet my apetite to fight
for Diocletian.Scared and proud I bent and snapped
to the will of the empire.
As I left the Po River Valley
I knew it would never be seen again
by me. I’d been transplanted
to Rome.The transition…
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