This pocket of time
Is only meant for the two of us
We’ll bring nothing but ourselves
Not even our thoughts
We’re leaving them
Evading everything
That exists outside of now.

In this pocket of time
Right now as it exists
And how it will later
As threads of memories when we reminisce
Here is where we’ll return to
When we no longer have this
When there’s someone else standing where I’m now
But the kisses aren’t from my lips
Here is where you’ll revisit
So we can create another pocket of time

Let’s escape…

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