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She is different, She is kind, of beauty so divine. She is eccentric, She is odd, She almost was mine. She is mysterious, She is random, lips red as wine. She is incomparable, She is unsurpassing, singular She can be defined. She was perfect, She was mine, if only it was thought in both our minds. She was bliss, She was a drug, but to stay she declined. She was the interest of my thoughts, She was the obsession of my mind, Her smile was ever so fine. She is a puzzle, She is insolvable, an equation that changes signs. She is my ambition, She is my goal, and i am determined to cross the finish line.

I would rather feel your touch, then the first flake of winter. I'd rather smell your hair, than a rose in spring. I'd rather taste your lips, than the luscious fruit of the world. I'd rather hear your voice, than the symphony of an orchestra. And i'd rather just see you, than the sun rise and set every day.

What do you observe?" Vrillion asked as his partner looked through the telescope-like apparatus. Asteron let the telescope go, and turned around. "It's not good," he said solemnly. "It looks like they're making the same mistakes that 2391B made." "That's impossible!" Vrillion roared, "We interfered this time! It should've stopped! Why haven't they stopped! What's wrong with 8793Y?" Asteron shrugged, and offered the viewing mechanism to his colleague. Vrillion shook his head and turned it away. "Maybe...maybe we should be more forceful. A worldwide broadcast, in multiple languages," he suggested. "No, we interfered subtly before. Broadcas