SIR HERDERP PRESIDERP SDO
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Actually what is left
Is a dim memory of my love for you.
You are near me
And still my hands know the depth
Of you, weigh with greater gravity
Than this silence...
Worry not. For they will not move
Like they used to.
Some are instruments
Of cracks unneeded
To feel tremors.
A Single tremor magnified
Can spell the greatest of rifts
Like now....
Near you....
I now fully understand
The principle of continental drifts
Eons ago, we were one island
That had forgotten its shape....
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