| The Chemist |
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| She's most beautiful when labcoat attired With her professional face applied, Enraptured in the complex weave of chemical - The penetration of blue and gold, The only movement of molecules. And when she lies bereaved A different skin adorns her, And in the nakedness of night, Damp cheeks and broken child, What can I do but cry And lay my fragments down with her. And the simple hydrocarbon dances, And the nitrates and the acid green precipitates |
