Irreplaceable claim typed out
in copious amounts of steel sheets
is the contract for your love to me.
Shout it out from your industrial
strength lungs because I will
not believe you otherwise.
It is not commitment until
that ring is a psychical representation
and then digitized and subliminalized.
On Space Station 31 (aka Neptunes Neighbor)
our honeymoon was a nude adventure
and nothing will fade from sight.
Sealed too tight,
intergalactic light,
fighting out every fear.
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