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Jan 2015
The most basic rule
of chemistry
states that
no whole is greater than the sum of its parts
but now we think that particles
are wave functions that blink in
and out
of being and look at you,
all blonde hair and blue eyes
small hands and crooked teeth,
you are so much more
than what makes you up.

You are more
than nine tenths empty space but nature
abhors a vacuum; what I know
is that scientists
cannot get their **** together.
Trust me.
I am one.

The human experience
as you put it, your small hands
waving in frenzy
was nothing to me
until I experienced you;
and even now - look at me.
I'll never have a Master's of Arts, like him.

I do not know
how many words there are
in the English language. You don't either -
but if I asked you
you would definitely pretend that you did.

All I know
is that I have spent three long years
trying to find ones that do you justice
and I have failed
every single time.
NotHalfGothic
Written by
NotHalfGothic  Cheshire, England
(Cheshire, England)   
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