Carbon Found
Nothing can bridge a broken link,
to fly the pen and soul must sync;
Now blank won’t make me overthink
abandoned ink, abandoned ink;
On your lips lingers the profound,
let one metaphor hit the ground;
Splitting apart others are crowned;
Carbon is found, carbon is found.
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