Same view, different sky.
Is it still Déjà Vu?
Same window, same time.
Is it still Déjà Vu?
Same person, different life.
Is it still Déjà Vu?
Same feeling, different strife.
It's always Déjà Vu.
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~Original Poems~
PoetryUnprofessional original poems about anything I want to write about. Updated anytime I feel the obligation and inspiration to write. Usually once every month I'd say... Hope you very much enjoy, and I thank you endlessly. (!!None of the images shown...
