With all the metals, I had
been raised,I grew up to be a
chaotic periodic table.
Here you are, as sober as
the wind that never blows
up my elements, but breezes
them down, tenderly enough
to move the ions
aside to make room for my
unsettling Valances.
The metals, I love the way
how they octet around me
,and how I get obsessed
around you, in an attempt
to be full.
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