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with the arrogance of an empire and the force of winter tires he approached her with no other desire than to tell her: ‘you know? even your anger will expire like snow caught under winter tires’ soon he saw confrontation wasn’t as needed as affection all his power felt suddenly caught in electrical wires like the truth trapped inside a liar just as air inside winter tires her gaze strangely distant is she a victim searching vengeance? or is she a sunbeam surrounded by winter? or maybe her gaze is simply tired of the incessant spinning of winter tires with the heat from her fear and the salt in her tears suddenly she changed like dough into cake like a quiet aching road with the rubbing of winter tires his desire then woke up like fire and he couldn’t help but devour her slowly with the arrogance of an empire about to expire like the tracks from his winter tires From Letras Mania