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One cell, veiled from solitude,
Rejects division's starkitude.
Companionship within the one,
Differentiation, love begun.
Science may contend and divide,
But to separation, I won't abide.
The cell, a self-imposed construct,
Love's purpose, it cannot deduct.
Outdated, this notion of division,
Erroneous and lacking precision.
For unity is what I see,
A singular cell, in harmony.