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My Evil Twin, Flame. 

​What kind of timing lined you up

So that I’d be running away

As you waited by the finish line. 

Through the panting exhaustion

I can’t help but laugh at the 

Irony of our heart connection

An admiring light beams and bounces

Off your charming style 

Doomed forever, to be parallel. 

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