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 © Jude Herrick | Year Posted 2019
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