Like I had spoken it before,
as if my lips still formed the vowels,
the consonants lingering, as if invited.
But, I know it is not familiar...
this is just fate, playing as déjà vu so her devices are not known.
She gives an aire of submission to your will,
when, indeed it is you who is succumbing to her vast schemes.
an inkling of a greater way...
the beginning of another day.
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