Yet another poem I wrote out of random emotional spurs.
Saying you and I are parallel lines may seem sweet,
Because as luck would have it,
Are similar in slope, in every bit,
But alas, are never destined to meet,
You and I are nothing but perpendicular lines,
Meeting halfway by right-angled binds,
And parting ways, never again to intertwine.
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