Like a word trapped on the tip of a tongue
my every atom
vibrates
with forgotten knowledge of you.
Haunted.
Every note tastes like you
otherwise discordant.
A bell wrung
notes foreign and familiar equal in unfathomable measure
drive me mad with a sense of unreasonable familiarity.
the sorcery of past lives
What was when?
this is how...
am I supposed to choose?
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