He made a plan for both of them to run away

Though there was nothing to hide from and no imminent danger

The sky was a glowing navy blue and the smoke of his cigars

Made him look as wrapped up in  sensuous mist

He always looks so alert and impatient, as if on the verge of a getaway

‘I don’t want to run away’, she said picking imaginary frieze from her dress

‘I want to run straight into you, like crashing cars into the night’

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