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DEJA VU

Déjà vu

The starlight casts away,

a person made of gold .

His or her I can’t foretell ,

by even looking close.

The face itself made of mirrors ,

showing no more than a blurry photo.

Of someone you’ve met before ,

but screaming déjà vu.

You’re just like water ,

tranquil with runs within the roots.

You’re just like a music note ,

A symbol of emotion

You’re just like dawn ,

a haven feeling that one can melt into .

To anyone you’ll ever meet who gives you a

feeling like such

Let me tell you they’re the special someone,

Who screams DÉJÀ VU.

DIYA SARAVANAN

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