They stomp on hearts
Before they have a chance to pump from fear
on the cold cold ground
their eyes made from cold marble of abandoned planetariums
their nails the shards of glass from the broken telescopes
they roam with no care to themselves
scourge the galaxy
preying on your smallest cosmic faults
and they have become so feared
as they bend to the crooks of scoffing soliders
who see them as nothing but mere girls
as whisper
"Why dont you bend down
and kiss my Rockette?"

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