Until My Latte is Cold and the Petals Fall Off



I think they have words for this but I doubt they would do it justice, the way my heart isn't satisfied inside my body when you talk about cellular makeup and centromeres and that pasta your dad makes so well. 
Sometimes I think I could do this forever, and then you start talking philosophy and art and why soft cheese has less fat because of the hydrogen bonds and I think my heart may actually 
give out.




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