may 30th, 2001 / twelve twenty nine am

we can run away together
we'll drive down 95 till we reach the lands end
from there we'll go west
out to the setting sun
we can settle somewhere in mexicao
where the habitants only work half days

we'll be ninety years old
sipping on herbal tea
eating flat bread
and we'll always remember that one summer
that we dedcided to get away

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