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Empty, aching, all alone
Living together, clones and drones without purpose
Charged molecules bouncing through the ether
Millions and billions without direction
We are denizens of the pods waiting for Morpheus

Awakening is what we seek though most don't know
Our energy's wasted, drained for naught
Inertia without order wears at the soul
Each time a particle floats near the attractions rise
Rising though the particle has passed
Attraction peaks and as inertia overcomes the bond
We spin off again
Is there a molecule in this universe with which to bond?
An energy to fuse

When two molecules meet in the right aspect
Two molecules charged for each other
Missing links complete synthesis
Through time and space the energies coalesce and two become one.

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