chemistry

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he was the riddle i couldn't answer,

the puzzle i couldn't solve

he was someone i couldn't place

who didn't belong with the mundane

he was a book with blank pages

ink spilling from all sides

who bled with every word

while i moaned with every touch

we were a volatile heterogeneous mixture

our atoms pushed and pulled each other

DNA strands ripped apart by lust

and came together like covalent bonds

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