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Deja Vu

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By harlita   |   Watch
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Published: October 24, 2006
I've stood here before
Eyes down.
I've noticed these wings before
Fly south.
I've taken liberties before
Lied proud.
I've caught reality before
Dry mouth.
I've kissed insanities before
Cry loud.
I've lost the narcissism before
Time drowned.
I've held the key to this door before
Mind bound.
And I'll run away just like before
From this bride's gown.
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