Monday, 29 April 2013

Escape

Escape

We cross the road, and we're holding hands.

When I'm sad, I seek my solace in you.
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We meet at a party, and you seem acceptable.

We talk about music under the stars.

We lay on the grass, and I throw petals at you.

I see you again, some two days later.

An orange bus takes us, far, far, away.

For the first time, I survive, I find I can live with you.

Together, we walk towards the castle.

We play a game, and I cheat, but you win.

A garden of flowers is where we sit.

Is this it?

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