I can't wait to see you, in another plane of existence.
We will escape the lands we think we know.
We will hold hands in the sun rays of a different convergence.
I will seek your breath to consume the warmth to extinguish the cold
of the air.
I will forever cherish the romance we think we have.
Or to cherish the love we strive to have.
We will annihilate the distance of our countries.
Regain the romance so short that we had.
To wear thick boots to tread on dangerous routes to the top.
I wanna see yellow sand with you.
I'm such a fucking realistic romantic.
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