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I drove my car with the awareness
of never being able of violate any driving rule
and, accepting this condition,
I violated the physic rules that regolates it:
for being with you some minutes earlier
and reach your love domain,
a blonde alcove with the scent of a siberian church
inside your perfume vial.

Your sick child body resembled fabric
and made me realize I like things not beautiful most of all.
The void you created around you, the exclusivity you seem to grant,
which I enjoyed.
It was all sad, but fulfilling.

I tried to hate you, and you also did
but we ended up being fond of each other
because we didn't really care.