Oblique Lines
I don't want our love parallel
Never.
Ever.
Love that is parallel
Will surely fail
Love that's oblique
Will always prevail
It is like this:
Two perfect parallel lovers will always run right beside each other
Never crossing, never to touch
But with imperfect oblique lovers
They shall meet once more
Meet at a centromere and be pulled into a tightly messy coil
I will forever pray for a love full of obliqueness
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