Something I’ve been longing to come up with for like 4 months
The man who invented the teleporter
Didn’t do it on anyone’s orders
He did the research on his own accord
Because he found that he couldn’t afford
To be away from her any longer
It mandated that he must be stronger
But he had much more brain than braun
And chose his brain to focus on
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Science wasn’t his motivation
He had, in fact, a much stronger fixation
On the special girl that he held close to his heart
Yet they were two hundred miles apart
He worked and toiled for months and years
To make the void within him disappear
The scientist wanted to be with his love
And that’s how the teleporter was conceived of
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Despite the long hours, he’d no time to spare
He was famished and tired but he didn’t care
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To be continued…