Moon-wrecked Tetradecahedron

by RainbowSlider   Oct 15, 2011


Its just been two weeks, dear.
Burn out is premature, clear?
Don't go super nova on me.
Black holes are legendary.

Don't believe their shinola
Elongated triangular cupola.
Lean your orbit to the left.
Take much needed breath.

Orbiting makes you dizzy?
And your much too pretty.
Get a grip in outer space?
When you find your place.

You can't find any gravity?
Interstellar is that, baby.
Your running low on thrust?
Darling, you just need trust.

Now you need a boss, too?
And you found one like you.
Its nice that you can grin.
I love it when slowly spin.

The gyros are back On-line.
I think you will be just fine.
Got too close to the sun.
So what if you are blond.

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