Sunday, September 10, 2017

Leftover Valentine

When we say it feels like Monday
But it’s actually Wednesday
Aren’t we identifying
Different personalities
And when we experience deja-vu
Aren’t we sensing something
That’s already happened
Happen again right now
A certain mood or color
Reappearing as if foretold
And when we don’t show up
For the accident that certainly
Would have killed us
Don’t we sense something at work
That’s changes everything somehow

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