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The sky fell to pieces

While all the girls 

Held their hearts together

With duct tape,

Boys with hammers 

Whistle tunes walking away

With a somewhat satisfied

"I told you so" kind of look,

Find me in the phone book

Listed under "distance maker"

Because no small feat is made

When building bonds

I hover like satellites orbit

Around celestial bodies

Hoping to score a peak

At the planets surface,

Magma rises up when the 

Pressure builds

Popcorn kernels explode when the

Pressure builds

An autoclave reduces microbial life

To complete sterile condition

When Pre-Vacuum pressure builds,

Geobacillus Stearothermophilus

Is the bacteria that must 

Be eradicated 

when being tested

And like myself I see a reflection

In the lab-grown growth here,

To feel as if I'm here only to muse

Others into originality

Is a very sobering thought,

I never feel stimulated in others

And like holding a light in the dark

I never see a light shine back,

I think I'm alone here

But I'm not sure,

I think I'm lonely

And I'm quite content,

I feel a hand hold mine

So I grasp it

not knowing who it belongs to