Blackhole
Travel through the portals of my soul
My vortex, so complex
My galaxies far beyond me
But surround thee and embody she
My shooting star, no not far
From your comet, and pouring from it
Your milky way, smooth as shea-butter, brown skin
Feeling your horizon’s end
Where my light-year begins
As my planet transcends
Your moon orbits mine, as their comets intertwine
The great rings of my atmosphere
You accept with wind’s whisper so sincere
And though you’re lost in my universe, your heart grows cold
Don’t worry, you’ll feel my heat wave, deep inside my blackhole
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