Ascension
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Last published Wed, May 10, 2017
Ascension is an eighteen-part poem collection based the black plague of 1347. Guido had just grew up under the impression that life was perfect, that it was the best thing ever. He felt safe within his homestead yet his life begins to unravel with the cold truth of Italy at this time period.
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