i get this feeling
that i've lived my life already,
that every moment is repeating
in an eternal reoccurrence.i have these moments
where everything seems all too familiar,
moments i feel i've lived in my dreams-
and in every lifetime
i have the chance to make it right with you,
(but i never do)my last words are your name
and i'm repeating them
always
always,
always.
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lovers and lamentations
Poetrya case study on romance. [ poems and short stories written in quarantine ]