Run away with me. We
Could glimpse at new starlight. Stretch
The cold world into hand-hold. Kiss
Like that first album of yours I hated. Love
Like the second that is my life. Now
That we are into each other, we fold. Into
And like fresh life, we gasp at our newness. Young
And with the green betwen our heels. Heel
Kick like Annie Hall sings. Before
That fatal touch, the revelation. We
Might be different and less dark. You
could ask me first and I would say yes. I
couldn't say no and my hand. It
wouldn't move without you. Your
Golden archaic eighties Apollo. Torsos
Like yours dance timeless. I
Must change my life. Rilke
Would agree with me. He
Would write about your beautiful. And
How beautiful you are. And
These headphones another Helicon. My
Pen another. Song.
Could glimpse at new starlight. Stretch
The cold world into hand-hold. Kiss
Like that first album of yours I hated. Love
Like the second that is my life. Now
That we are into each other, we fold. Into
And like fresh life, we gasp at our newness. Young
And with the green betwen our heels. Heel
Kick like Annie Hall sings. Before
That fatal touch, the revelation. We
Might be different and less dark. You
could ask me first and I would say yes. I
couldn't say no and my hand. It
wouldn't move without you. Your
Golden archaic eighties Apollo. Torsos
Like yours dance timeless. I
Must change my life. Rilke
Would agree with me. He
Would write about your beautiful. And
How beautiful you are. And
These headphones another Helicon. My
Pen another. Song.
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