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Join Date: Jan 2013
Posts: 923
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grab my hand and let's escape from the cage, the captor's grasp
as the chains and shackles snap, let's fly like a graduate's cap i'll put you under my wings, shield you from the raptor's glance we'll ascend close to sun, our feathers have no candle wax grab my hand and let's advance even though we have no map we'll follow Cupid's arrow to a pool of bliss where passion baths lovebirds.. we'll wear our heart on these sleeves, no fashion fads and with all the strings attached we'll make a perfect handicraft grab my hand, the odds are stacked but unified we stand a chance i'll be your hurricane lamp when the wind of disaster slaps we'll weather the storm together and bask in the aftermath i'll save you from an avalanche, become your airbag in a crash grab my hand and let's vanish like black magic in a flash away from our fam and clan as we flee this tract of land breath of fresh air's what we crave, far from the miasmic gas entrapped in this vast expanse, let's ramp to the astral paths grab my hand let's travel fast and escape this habitat let's levitate to higher planes beyond the range of blasting flak caught in a seraphic trance, our union is a hallowed pact indeed we are aptly matched, between us there's no massive gap grab my hand, lets walk together, true love gives you cataract i don't see your flaws, you're perfect, the rest are substandard trash our love is real, it's far from a fake act with phantom casts it's more than a dragons wrath, cant be quenched by shattered dams grab my hand and lets dash like athletes running laps on tracks away from this hamlet's slabs like refugees when factions clash they try to break us like the last straw on a camel's back they wanna see our passion flagged but it keeps waxing adamant grab my hand and hold me close, you're my sacred talisman i'll catch lightning bolts for you, the types that turn sand to glass if loving is a savage act and a judge had the gavel slammed we'll both hang from the gallows branch, its an everlasting romance... |
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