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Dec 2017
I am a chemist
Mixing chemicals slowly and carefully
Drip, drop
Each mov ement precise as to not invoke a negative reaction
Drip, dr op
 As I go to add the next ingredient into my  concoctio n
I fi nd tha t i  t isn't where it shoul   d be
D r ip, dro   p
I race to find it, it has to be somewhere, thisiscrucialtotheformula
But it cannot be found, for it isn't in this room.
W    ith   o   ut this piec e of t h  e puz z  le
My creation is flawed, as it becomes onyx in color, signifying my failure.
 And yet it persists
Drip, drop
Written by
Tate  21/M/Iowa
(21/M/Iowa)   
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