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Through the bonds of carbon I web my way to pens and bourbon, The hardwood chair in a silent class I ponder over yesterday's sass, Surely, an investigation on your smile Would make me a researcher for a while.
Your love is a discipline and I am obliged In you of an intuitive confide, chemistry I suppose is what I found us presiding in Is a molecule of the flattering Saturn, You are my muse in a quest of Turning stones into shining metals.
We are ionic crystals holding one place From the static electric attraction chase, We are the fuse in a melting socket Of adoration, flirtation and vexation. I could cleave science apart with my art As you do so into neutrons and protons.
The founder of atoms said them eternal Well, I like this explanation to my elation, I want to read my name on the nucleus Of your heart like a passionate, bold sin Because heaven and hell know that Your name is forever scribbled on mine.
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