Crossroads

Our paths crossed that morning. 

Our eyes met. 

I found your name 

in a tuesday misty morning ; 

Our stories broken that night. 

Our ties are broken. 

You knew my pain 

in a decembers hot night; 

like worlds that collide; 

like fading stars in the pitch of the night; 

as parallels that can't never meeting...

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Like something that can't be fixed...