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Eleven & Twelve

Come with me, she says. Down a black alley,
Into an oddly tucked garage. To where, Elle?
I hurriedly spout, but there's no time now
We must be faster, lest we should be caught
Her radiating magnetism pulls
Like the sunfire inside of candles
Still, from the very moment we locked eyes
I'm drawn like the () of butterflies
This cosmic power must not be a ploy
I'm surrendering to ultimate joy
Through more doors, down stairs and into a car
Where shall we pretend to go? To the stars?
I take the wheel, and she moves to the rear
Her frilly dress of blue brushing my ear
No, you darling, she laughs. You come back here
Our own chauffeur suits me just fine, m'dear
We'll share a ride through London or New York
Shhh, she whispers, I know a place far more
Strap in and trust me, this may seem a shock
She clicks 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 on the lock
The car's body lowers, flush with the ground
The windows go dark, my heart starts to pound
She takes my hand, futher pulsing me more
Our seat tilts forward, there goes a trap-door
Hanging await, below us a tunnel black
Like coaster cars we're attached to a track
I turn to her now, her dazzling smile shines
Bulbs of bright blue light up to create lines
Are you ready? She asks. To what ends, Elle?
To the safest place of all, yet I cannot tell
She (says) and then pulls the door's handle hard
Fast we fall, 
The plus-sign of navy blue () (ahead)
Our weight catches us once more and we gasp
Glued to our seat we still manage to laugh
It's quite a long way, you can lift your hands
She shouts, centering my adrenaline
Raising our joined arms to soar in the wind
It's purely (), powered by us
Now the bulbs begin to rotate and spin
We charge the lights further down the path
 
 

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