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You're the lamella to my hilum. We're standing hand in hand, Becoming long chain of glucoses. Till the time's right, you crystallized. My shield, My shelter from the outside world.

Polygonals, circular. Compounds, and singular. Honey, you keep me safe from those crash downs.

Manihot, maydis, titrici, Darling, we decide what the outcomes be. It's in our hands, how'd we want it to be?

Let's stand hand in hand, With you being the lamella to my hilum, Oryzae, solanum, or whatsoever, Let's aim for a bigger granule, together.