Why I see you where I least expect, Bump into you on the busiest street. Is it a sign.. or just chances being cruel? These chances are dousing my fire with fuel. Why is it you I bump into? No matter where on this Earth I seem to go, There you are standing so. We are not meant to be, So why are we placed so we can see. Is it a coincidence? Or something significant? I ask this question in my mind, Even though I know we were lost through time. The answer, I'm sure I'll never find, But I'm convinced I'd still see you if I were blind.
Respect!
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