There was
a feeling of
uncanny familiarity
when we talk.
Like I've recognised
this soul
somewhere,
between the lives
that I remember
or that I don't.
I feel like
your soul
and my old soul
might have been
very old friends
after all.
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 2:37 PM UTC
There was
a feeling of
uncanny familiarity
when we talk.
Like I've recognised
this soul
somewhere,
between the lives
that I remember
or that I don't.
I feel like
your soul
and my old soul
might have been
very old friends
after all.
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