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Shapes fill my mind,
subatomically created.
And somehow, I find,
this is all I've ever wanted.
When I think love,
oxytocin fills my mind.
Then when that child is dying,
crying,
trying.
I wonder what it
Feels like to have that
Pitter-patter in your chest.
When you see that One that
Makes your heart thump and
You clap your eyes on them
And go “wow.” Or maybe
