When I'm with you I have a constant feeling of déjà vu. Would you be my soulmate? Would this be our fate? Meet in all lives? Again and again?
Honestly, if it's meant to be, I don't care. Good times have to be lived. Moments with you have to be repeated.
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Some Prose & Poetry
PoetryP R O S E /prōz/ noun 1. written or spoken language in its ordinary form, without metrical structure. P O E T R Y /ˈpōətrē/ noun 1. literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive s...
