Oxymoronic Rendezvous
Together, they are alone.
This is a timeless moment, which they share in a quiet tirade.
Together, they make up fuzzy logic.
Wait, no; this is oddly natural.
Organized chaos. Orderly confusion.
A numbing sensation. This is pleasing pain.
They make this a new cliché.
It's not just mild interest. He gives her frightening comfort.
They are equally diverse. An opposite attraction.
But they are at even odds.
She is a perfect screw-up, he a prefect misfit.
Together, they are a whole part.
To him, this is a waking dream. His patient waiting has finally become a realistic fantasy.
To her, this is blurry vision becoming clearly ambiguous. It's no longer just meaningful nonsense.
This is a fine mess.
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Together, they are alone.
This is a timeless moment, which they share in a quiet tirade.
Together, they make up fuzzy logic.
Wait, no; this is oddly natural.
Organized chaos. Orderly confusion.
A numbing sensation. This is pleasing pain.
They make this a new cliché.
It's not just mild interest. He gives her frightening comfort.
They are equally diverse. An opposite attraction.
But they are at even odds.
She is a perfect screw-up, he a prefect misfit.
Together, they are a whole part.
To him, this is a waking dream. His patient waiting has finally become a realistic fantasy.
To her, this is blurry vision becoming clearly ambiguous. It's no longer just meaningful nonsense.
This is a fine mess.
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