driving almost a hundred kilometers
under the glittery stars
dreaming along the highway
we are not talking
i turned the radio on
you held my hand
the rusty brown gate
i said this is my stop
you turned the engine off
you sighed
i bid goodbye
i turned around
gave you a tight hug
only to leave you
the scent of my perfume that night

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