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Deja Vu


Play-rewind; rewind-play.
Something's at play, I can tell that much. Very strange! 
What was that all about?
Like I've been here before, living twice at once. 
Adorned, with a snapshot of a crossroad. 
Memory in telepathy. 
In a vantage point empathy of a particularly significant
thing. 
But why it's significant? You got me.
Sure got me. Whoa

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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