movie: before sunrise.
by: classic violet.

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the pole lamp is extending it's
light across the sidewalk

as we walk under.

our consciousness' are plundering,
into unrealistic fate,
our eyes deceiving reality.

tonight is our last dance,
let's pretend it's eternity.
our memories of each other frozen.

but it's not like we won't see each other again:

right?

I mean, we'll meet again. someday,
f a r a w a y.

we'll delve into each others' dreams,
speak to each other; surreal.

Ok, then:

I'll be waiting on the train.