dear daughter,
here I am driving the i10 past this mountain on my left
when it's on my right,
I am missing you
when it's on my left,
it is your brother I miss.
for today,
I am coming home to see you in all of your small wonder.
and I won't miss you as much then.
but right now,
you ride beside me and tell me that it's gonna be okay.
see you soon.
love,
—the bastard
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