Timeless
I've bent time to see you again.
Through wormholes, some called it a sin.
I crossed pleiades in record time.
Slingshotted around the sun.
To come from behind.
I thurst, to see you again.
But fate hasn't always been our friend.
Time has no meaning to me.
Our love is timeless.
And they shall all see.
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