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— Somehow facing, never crossing. "It's hard to stop from going further." — Lovers looking, not once meeting. "Maybe we are, maybe we aren't." — Eyes twinkling, smiles retreating. "God, you are beautiful." — Time comes passing, feelings leaving. "I'm truly sorry." — Hopelessly craving, a love that's dying. "We're never meant together."
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Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 8:10 AM UTC
Parallel Lines
— Somehow facing, never crossing. "It's hard to stop from going further." — Lovers looking, not once meeting. "Maybe we are, maybe we aren't." — Eyes twinkling, smiles retreating. "God, you are beautiful." — Time comes passing, feelings leaving. "I'm truly sorry." — Hopelessly craving, a love that's dying. "We're never meant together."
We are parallel lines (lovers) that are not meant to and will never end up together.
miguelslmn
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Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 8:10 AM UTC
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