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Dec 2011
It seems like you and I are only
two crazy thoughts in some lonely
person's mind,
desperately looking for another of its kind.

His hand - in vain - trying to clutch
two parallels that almost touch,
doomed to run side by side in agony
- This, my sweet love, is what we seem to be.
Written by
Agasha Jepantschina
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