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Chemical Breakup

By: NK (School of Chemistry)
Competition Year: 2016
Votes (4) | Comments (1)
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Your hair,
Like a carbon nanotube,
Crisscross and static
Across my
Predominantly polyester bed.
My face
Sinking
Then squirming,
Neck-deep in thought.
Slow isomerization of my lips,
From a trans-skew
To a cis-sulk.
Split.
The air still holding remnants
Of the door slam,
Perhaps, faint waves
Exist
In other rooms
Of our exchange.
They may even shift
Atoms in my bones
For years to come
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billy:
I love the lips. - Alan Sugar.