fragile cosmos. Picture

quirky synapses and odd hours of the day,
it granted me the grace of getting away.
the fates may have warned me,
but i'll seal of up their mythology
(as best as i can)
even if it always spills out again.
because your chromosomes uilt you like a lure,
this static drew me in, i'm sure.
oh, anteros, wish me luck;
for i'm just a fool with electricity in my heart.

nasa can't take you to venus.

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