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run away with me.
i have thirty two dollars and half a tank of gas, and we could make to mexico if we close our eyes and wish. and then i could have my sun and you could have your shade, and we could listen to songs that make us smile on repeat and it would be warm, but not the humid, sticky, makes-you-restless kind of hot, but the early evening type when you wish you could stay outside forever, or at least until the darkness consumes you. covered in thin layers of salt from the sea and the air, and we wouldn*t need to sleep, because that*s just wasted time, better to use the hours, because each is precious. they couldn*t find us, tell us it was time to leave, we would hide behind the sticky trunks of palm trees, in the turquoise sparkling waves. i couldn*t cry, wouldn*t ever cry, no tears dripping onto the sand. when we ran out of money, we could survive on the sky, and the stars and we could criss-cross limb over limb until we were tangled together, woven into a blanket of you and me. because you make me feel so lightheaded, kiss me behind books and turned backs until we make silhouettes on walls, and hold me forever and the clock will stop.
i have thirty two dollars and half a tank of gas, and we could make to mexico if we close our eyes and wish. and then i could have my sun and you could have your shade, and we could listen to songs that make us smile on repeat and it would be warm, but not the humid, sticky, makes-you-restless kind of hot, but the early evening type when you wish you could stay outside forever, or at least until the darkness consumes you. covered in thin layers of salt from the sea and the air, and we wouldn*t need to sleep, because that*s just wasted time, better to use the hours, because each is precious. they couldn*t find us, tell us it was time to leave, we would hide behind the sticky trunks of palm trees, in the turquoise sparkling waves. i couldn*t cry, wouldn*t ever cry, no tears dripping onto the sand. when we ran out of money, we could survive on the sky, and the stars and we could criss-cross limb over limb until we were tangled together, woven into a blanket of you and me. because you make me feel so lightheaded, kiss me behind books and turned backs until we make silhouettes on walls, and hold me forever and the clock will stop.