SUPER NOVA
Drones and satellites while I search
the sky for heavenly stars.
All those comets and planets then, there
you are...
This sphere that looks like fire...
Filling all the spaces with burning hot
Desire.
Super Nova, lay down in loving's field.
When you wander with your soulful lips,
oh, what a crop you yield.
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