Our timelines ran perpendicular
with a single intersection.
But through the glass
looking to a different dimension
I continue to wander my world
while still wishing for your return.
Was I wrong in slowing down?
In a different route our separation
would have never germinated.
On that trial, if I were to leave
you behind, would we be fixed?
I'm sure I've given you my cells,
even if you weren't aware of the creation.
Many have captivated
my mind and have seduced my hands.
Although in this plot, I want this path
to not end in tragedy.
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