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I found a little bottle
more spacious than the sea
I stepped a while inside it
through glass they all could see

It had its own rules
some written, some unspoken
a glimpse of you informed me
that some had to be broken

A storm of fleeting moments
an avalanche of actions
intentions hastily expressed
through precious interactions

In the pressure's buildup
the bottle sighed and shattered
unfortunately freeing me
from everything that mattered

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