Sunken in my feelings
Deeply frozen
Vibrations shaking my every cell
Hardly keeping my soul awake.
My throat blocking
Every breath from living
catching my life
before its beginning.
My eyes capturing
the burning moments
crutially false
artifically involving.
The virtue hard to retain
flowing through the same channels all over again
like a fountain
And the Deja Vu remains.
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