It was a starless night sky late that June
when lights on posts could look like the moon,
that the fanboys wailed at the Darkly Cute,
for her drawn conclusion none could refute:
Like serif and sans the fukujin walk
one harder to read, one wanting to talk:
with eyes open to a digital heart
the scarfless considers for Ping a part:
so let blithely robotic cute beware,
for Miho needs a ribbon in her hair.


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