Deja Vu
Somewhere, in my subconscious mind, I'm consciously unconscious, as I stand here still, very still,
Adamantly adamantine; still time's running past me in a stiller stillness.
I stare at things, and look right back, to see the things look back at me,
With eyes that con, so I know this thing, it has happened before; but I'm always looking for something more.
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