Déjà vuA Poem by Amila JayJust the way you've replayed itLike a déjà vu of
what I left behind When I look back
at those moments We had spent
together I get nothing but
the pale smell of dead flowers I once ranked our
love But it only got
inferior like a day gone by I’m aghasted and wasted since you've tasted and devastated my love This déjà vu is a
crime of time Just the way you’ve replayed it © 2012 Amila JayAuthor's Note
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