C-h-em---isss---tree (Chemistry)

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The boy looks into the mirror, repeating the phrase fine-tuning, working it like a good sales pitch down to the bone

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It’s like rehearsal for death
He mumbles to himself
Do you love me?
He asks aloud

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The email is returned
A lesson goes unheard
He doesn’t care

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Just isn’t fair

Sid Yiddish
(Hapiness! sid_yiddish@hotmail.com)