She had six arms
And compact eyes
Two antennae
But gorgeous thighs
Here in space
It gets so cold
Eight million miles
From wife and home
It's been so long
My will is week
As above my head
The comets streak
She wags her finger
My fears subside
I unzip my spacesuit
And slip inside
Her sexy exoskeleton
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We stand on the brink
A billion burning suns
An endless void of midnight
We don’t even stop to think
We are the only ones
When nothing will be alright
Melting ice shelves sink
I can taste your tongue
As the oil wells burn bright
We are the architects of our demise
The snow of ash descends
Our skeletons, embracing, face night
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