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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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