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The Physics of Love
Once, the fairy tale vein do I embrace, once upon a time
in the past not distant, were we the two poles of a magnet-
if you be the South,
me the North Pole.
If I be a flying matter,
You were the gravitational pull.
If I be the water,
You were the wave.
If I be a bridge
You were the pillars under it-
Yoking stasis to dynamics.
Now, as stasis and dynamics are unyoked,
I am all water under the now defunct bridge.
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