do you ever wonder?
what comes before,
what comes after,
how can these moments cease to be?
instead
they are continous,
never-ending,
always existing
in memories,
never stopping.
time never stops,
moments always are.
do you get this,
she asks, stubbing out her cigarette,
or is this too
transcendent for you?
and she gets up, leans over,
you will understand in time,
and walks away into the sunset.
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