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I'm not sure I like my reflection;He looks at me funny.There's something in his eyesThat boasts he knows me too well.And I just don't trust him-I think my secrets he might tell.
it all began in parallel lines at the centre then a little calculations in the virtual median proved the proofs during deviations and would be on constant calculations
A trip to the other You... Imagine right now, this instant The other You, is dreaming In a whole other world
I mean something important To Nobody
Parallel structure is just a part of life, Poetry helps all of it to come to life, Words can be parallel, and buildings can too, It just depends on what you make of it, It's all up to you