I elope with you
to wedding street
to feel the love
and freedom.
Lip balm turned on.
Coin toss never dropped.
From a cloud to another
we leap unbound
like a dancer to a flamingo
once said, "It is I who shall
not die unless the porcelain axe
accidentally slices my neck."
We believed in fairy tales,
we hired a maid,
nursery rhymes never made
sense to me.
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