From a distance everything looked beautiful
They shared flowers , stories, and a mutual feeling towards life in the city
A feeling of routine. Days drowned into nights, and nights fell into days.
..But for evenings he would book dinner reservations, for weekends – theatre reservations, for spring – vacations to the canarie islands. He always had something RESERVED for me …his deepest desires however…
circled underground. The tunnels of his mind a soft grey colored concrete compound cut with stern stubborn sombre steel.
He needed to escape. A violent escape.
NEW POETIC ORDER 
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