Separating a tortoise from its shell depicts its tragic death
What am about to tell you may make your heart melt
But i promise you, its not that bad, like the way i was when we met
Whenever my heart is grieved, i'd poured it on you in black and white
When it is joyful, happily i fed you with its mood day and night
Mr. Poem, i will be leaving you for a while, though we had no quarrel or fight
Thanks for the superb delight you offered during our friendship
Endless is my gratitude but for now let me be in solitude
Because right now with my books i have a serious relationship
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