Dear Love. Kind regards to you, for I was not here when you came to call. Could it be that destiny decrees that we should never meet? Parallel lives that walk the same corridors and staircases – Yet on different streets. Tantalisingly - Out of reach. Separated by a shallow breath of acid fate. Same days – Different dates. Unavailed to either love or hate. A simple case of right not left. That renders both of us bereft. Maybe I will always be, the ghost that drifts between your line – And you the silent spectre tracing mine.Birth sign: Gemini
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