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Mar 2014
It feels like
I've been here before.
Some call it deja vu,
that tingly feeling you get
when certain fragrances,
situations come back
from distant memory.
Those lights that followed
my car on that lonely stretch
were certainly
bizarre.
I'm tingling again,
am I an alien spawn?
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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   Elizabeth Squires, --- and ---
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