Or my memory?
Deja Vu.
I've seen you 20 times
Before.
A reflection.
Your eclipsed figure still lures
My vision.
A flashback.
I am still gratified from the tease
Your dreadlocks.
Yet, I still feel a grasp.
Is that your hands?
My history,
I've meet you 21 times
Before.
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