Deja Vu
It hurt so much
Though she had never
Felt this pain so
Ferociously
Before,
Somehow she fell
Under that
Melancholic
Spell of deja vu.
They she could not
Remember if
She had ever
Felt this way
Before.
Startled she was.
Where had this ominous thought
Come from?
From the dark?
From something deep within her
Own darkness that she
Had tried her hardest
To hide
In the vault of her heart.
Deep in her heart,
Still she thought,
No, she felt:
Deja Vu.
When she saw the betrayal, she
Soon knew
The same thing had been done to her
By you.
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