There's nothing synthetic about it.
I leave my bones to tell the story:
Mechanical, strategic invasion.
Space was unexplored long, long ago in a place
Not too near of here once.
Tell me, were you her discoverer?
Once inhabited by a solitary soul living untouched,
Then, the sound of your voice opened empyreal eyes.
In a supernal blink this boundless galaxy was born.
Cosmic synergy ruptured this quixotic chasm into dust,
And one spec danced above your brow.
An enigmatic emotion breathed unto your smile...
Where all warm milky ways emanate from.
I hold your breath in my heart when the moon rushes by!
With her tender lightness of lust languidly illuminating
The curve of your chin...
I see your celestial semblance clearly now.
Your last aspiration inspires sublime rapture.
Exhale to my waning heartbeat quickly now!
The sun rises soon.
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