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oh star
how long will it take you to understand,
that no galaxy could ever contain you
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ah stella
quanto tempo ci vorrà per capire,
che nessuna galassia potrebbe mai contenerti
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In the late morning sunlight that streams through the blinds as if they weren't really there at all.
How the smell of the alcohol last night was intoxicating, yet this morning even the alcohol on my breath it adds to the nausea.
The aching in my skull ebbs and flows like a cold tide, yet the pain is always there. I understand at once why they call it a hangover, for it feels as if the blackest of clouds are over my head with no intention of clearing until late afternoon.
Turning to my side, I see Vics messy blonde hair sprawled across a pillow, now stained with black eyeliner. She's almost snoring.
I rub my eyes sitting up a little and turning to my other side,
I can see his face bares the pock-marks of teenage acne. There is still some pinkness to it from the scars.
Otherwise he is tanned, but I suspect it is natural rather than sun-induced. With that dark brown hair he has a Greek look. Before I can fix myself up his eyes crack open,
"Morning" he groans lightly, rubbing his head and sitting up to my position.
"Morning" I say with a soft smile before I get smacked in the ribcage,
"Cazzo!" I yell as Vic mumbles something before going back asleep,
"shut up" she groans, turning over to her side. Damiano and I chuckle. It doesn't take long for me to notice he's shirtless.
My eyes wander mindlessly to his chest and stomach, it's covered in tattoos.
"can I?" I ask sticking my hand out as he nods. My fingers graze over the tattoo on his chest
Il ballo de la vita
"The Dance of life?" I query. His lips form into a small smile.
"Life is a song, you just have to learn its dance" he says as my eyes widen slightly.
"Thats...deep" I say as he shrugs lightly
"Maybe"
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Turns out everyone decided to crash at mine after last night. Thomas on the living room sofa, Ethan on the kitchen table, Victoria and Damiano beside me.
