Anyway.

I wrote this as I thought it. For that, I both apologize and refuse to apologize.

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I try to memorize the periodic table, 

but I never can,

so I'm asking for your help,

and in return I'll lend you some words,

because I've got such powerful words,

and with them I can take down small armies,

small armies made of just about anything,

of men,

and of plastic,

and of large molten bubbles,

and armies of other words --

I'm especially good at taking down armies

of other words --

so I'll lend you some of this chaos found inside,

and you can run with it,

if you'll lend me some numbers,

but maybe you ought to stay,

because together,

with my words and your numbers,

we'd be unstoppable,

and I'd be okay with that,

and we could take shelter inside some small Chinese dragon,

and have a love affair with some nice baroque era music,

and I'd get up early,

though I'd want to sleep late,

and you'd tell me you thought this poem --

this one that I'm writing --

was an awful run-on sentence,

and I'd give you a lecture on just why it wasn't,

and that even if it is, 

that doesn't matter much,

because this is free verse poetry,

and in this, 

much like in love,

a person has a right to their freedom.

Electronegativity?

All my love,

Addy