We Have Billions

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We Have Billions

Conjuring my brain cells
Thirst in need to harbour ease.

Neuron patches group, and stick together;
Globes constructing memories.

My world's only woman; none could contend,
Beautiful she, my greatest of friends.

Tiny, thirsty, microscopic cells,
Parched dry to die their thirsty end.
 
She cast those chains, imprisoning me;
By a large chorus of angels, gifted from she.

Support with ease, thoughts thought of;
My neuron net without she, kills the kindest doves.

Neurons desire the glimpse what she sees.
Sole view of sunlight, through the forest of trees.
 
Other fine woman, I need never surmise.
Sparks of love, stir still gently this life.

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