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Thrown on parallel paths;
Two Willing hearts, yet unable feet;
Chances are as thin as laths;
That those steps would one day meet;
Exchanging looks and sighs;
Day dreaming and longing;
Dwelling in excuses and lies;
In fear of society wronging;
Under their sun;
They are just taboo;
They can never be one;
Even if they wanted too;
Life spent, wondering if they could be real;
The rest of time will pass hoping time will heal.
©FAT 2016