ELOPE
One night, let's escape from this world
Tiptoe past zombies, clueless & curled
Clutch the cloak of darkness, as we elope
Far from the living dead to a place of hope
Holding hands we leave shadowy streets
Barking dogs, open bins, parks, retreats
Before the eye of morning probes and finds
We'd have flown far away to pleasant climes
-AR

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