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The Lonely: A Journey Through Unrequited Love
As the same soul traveler,
Meeting you is a coincidence.
But you meet me is a chance.
Loving you is a mystery,
But you love me is mathematics.
Lying to you is karmic things,
But you lie to me is a breakfast
As the same soul wanderer,
I bequeath to the end of the day,
That indeed we are 'that' different.
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