Lipid | Poetry #3

Make way for the lipid,
for he's drowning in the water.

Though his density is lower,
buoyancy refuses to push.

He is a molecule of lipid,
hydrophobic all around.

Drowning slowly,
waiting for the kiss of the ground.

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