The stars hate you.
Your prompt is STAR-CROSSED.
My bull-headed love
Though his body's of a man
Will never meet Mom
Sorry.
The stars hate you.
Your prompt is STAR-CROSSED.
My bull-headed love
Though his body's of a man
Will never meet Mom
Sorry.
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He, a cursed being
Yearning for her tender touch
Tempted by the night
Cross-eyed sailor man
Glanced North Star: “You Sirius?”
No laughing matter