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There is carbon and protein

and the harsh taste of iron,

the push and the pull

of the spinning electrons

to get to the core

with the protons and neutrons.

There is your face

and my face and

fierce desperation

that looks like destruction

but feels like elation.

And then there’s exhaustion;

a slow re-emerging

into a morning

where washing needs doing

and cereal clearing.

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