On my Loves lips
The scorpion has kissed
Sour tasting is the fruit
From the island
Both of us
Should have missed
With our ever sinking ships
On my Loves cheeks
Over weeks
The horsefly
Has kissed
On a rocket to the stars
Or Mars
The scars
Are showing
Knowing
That the time
It draws nearer
So, it becomes clearer
That the scorpion
Will sting
No more
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