by Mitch Green
She’s a bed banger bent bad.
A naughty navigation mapped
out in a maze, made to blackout
the shapes in our minds.
she’s a complex, gravitational
God magnet disarming the dark
of air. A Dyson sphere soaking
up our sections less scattered,
for our salvations most shattered.
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