Not quite sure...
Why I am here...
Hello... have we met before?
You seem... rather familiar...
Your face reminds me of another life...
Did I know you from the garden?
Or perhaps we met... behind the iron fences,
Buried beneath piles of...
Burning...
Flesh...
Is that where I know you from?
Or from that heavenly abode
Where we sat in peace... and tranquility
Seated at the feet, and throne
Of glory and magnificence...
Have we met before?
Your eyes..
They have looked through me before...
Or perhaps...
You just seem to know me...
Better than I
Know myself...
But if we have met before...
I am not the same person I was...
Can we start over?
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