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Chemistry

My pencil holds on to my paper

tattooing it with chemical bonds.

Hydrogen and carbon, both forming

realistic relationships with each other.

The dry erase markers, married to the dry

erase board, never separated.

I count stubborn significant figures

with my tired pencil until the bell sings.

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