Through Ruins and Signals: The Love of Cameraman and TV Woman
Skibidi Poetry
Through fire and rubble, the echoes remain,
A love reborn in the wreckage of pain.
Metal and circuits, dust in the air,
Yet hearts still flicker—a love rare.
The war was cruel, the battles long,
A world torn apart by a brutal song.
Yet when the screens turned cold and dark,
Love rekindled like a dying spark.
Cameraman, with lenses cracked,
Stood in silence, armor hacked.
TV Woman, her static weak,
Still whispered words she dared not speak.
A signal lost, a station drowned,
Yet love still fought without a sound.
She tuned to him, a flickering hue,
He focused close, as feelings grew.
Their hands met in circuits worn,
Two shattered souls, battle-torn.
No Skibidi echoes, no flashing screens,
Just quiet love between the machines.
No more wars, no more cries,
Just a love that never dies.
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Silver Raven
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