I look forward, look backward and look into the mirror
To the future, the past and the present
Whoever I'm meeting, or you and myself
It's perhaps no longer the same as what used to be
If I know that movie night was the last day we'd meet
I'd rather we don't meet
Not in the future, when we met or even now
It's better to be strangers, without knowing each other
A perfectionist doesn't allow imperfection.
However, does imperfection create perfection?
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