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No.82.
Poor metals
Women standing; A collective.
Aluminum and there's Tin. (don't confuse them, it's just rude.)
Who needs Bismuth? Thallium? Exotic, but "no, thank you."
The plans weren't laid out, well, honestly,
The crystalline structure amused me when I asked about it.
Malleable, a pleasure to bend, but--
Heavy. Nothing, if not heavy.
At first glance, I'm a contradiction.
Look into it. (I promise you, it's neat.)
Germanium? Doesn't count, no matter what anyone says.
And I met Antimony, but I'm not sure she's a candidate, either.
Prypiat, the 9th. An "atomograd," literally "atom city."
(Are you impressed yet?) A wink.
Plutonium and myself both.
Both poison, both infamous, both from the same source.
But I am the shield.
I am spread thin, sprawling over walls.
I am bathing, I am hidden, I am the quenching agent.
I am not going anywhere.
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