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My words are squares
My heart is flat
My mind is rectangle
My eyes are oval
My words are arrow
My moments are lines
My hopes have ray
My expectations at bay
My fortune is circle
My visions are ellipses
My sentiments are hyperbolas
Our meetings are like tangents
Our lips are like asymptotes
We spend days like curves
I am your cuboid, thus
You are my lovely cube.
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