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Dimension XXX
Somewhere up in The Milky Way
a constellation waits for us,
in infra red, and in X-ray,
shot out by pulsar blunderbuss
so nebulae will stay in flux
to power Cupid's cosmic dart,
for an infinitude of fucks
and rapture in each other's heart.
And there we might forever stay
in neutron Yin, and proton Yang,
and gobs of space where we would play
as angels quenched by stellar Tang,
glittering, like a shooting star...
serving champaign and caviar.
a constellation waits for us,
in infra red, and in X-ray,
shot out by pulsar blunderbuss
so nebulae will stay in flux
to power Cupid's cosmic dart,
for an infinitude of fucks
and rapture in each other's heart.
And there we might forever stay
in neutron Yin, and proton Yang,
and gobs of space where we would play
as angels quenched by stellar Tang,
glittering, like a shooting star...
serving champaign and caviar.
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