Hour 5

sometimes it feels like i live in a memory
feels like i’ve done this before
hurt like this, loved like this, laughed like this
it’s like deja vu
but somehow it’s still new
somehow i still don’t know what to do

7 thoughts on “Hour 5

  1. These lines at the end
    . . . deja vu
    . . . still new
    . . . what to do
    compelled me to return and read again, ending with a specific “listen” for the repeating lines. I am struggling with the flow of rhymes and lists during these brief writing periods, so I’m more attuned to reading them now. Fun poem!

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