InterstellarA Poem by Mindless Thinker
They were two hearts beating to the symphony of their own galaxy,
until they collided into a kaleidoscopic orchestra. Bursting with soft pinks and electric blues, they created wondrous sparks of nebula purples. They were their own cluster of constellations perhaps. Intertwining with each other's souls, For each other they were complete. For the universe, they became Interstellar.
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