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Ankita Mukherjee

Abstract Tragedy Classics

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Ankita Mukherjee

Abstract Tragedy Classics

DEJA VU

DEJA VU

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I'm trying to heal my wounds

And pretend to be eccedentesiast

You completely destroyed belle ame,

And just spreading the rumours with leamons, tequila and salt.

Commuting a repeated history,

The deja vu which is never going to get an end.

Still why I am so obsessed with you,

I know you are not perfect for me

I think I am losing my mind

I remembered that halcyon of my life.

But you took me as a backup

You are my fascination my obsession,

My introduction to my conclusion


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