FAMILIAR

Do you ever think on the road,
You’ve seen the same deer twice?
That runs skittishly across the flow of doom
Across to a world of mystery

Again back to you, on that same road you always drive.

Do you ever think you see the same corpse twice
Betrayed by fate, an untimely demise

Does the deer know you too?

Nine to five from night to dawn?
Laying there: the glazed over frothing fawn,
Doom driven thing: that met its time
Fate: no care-for a “watch-out” sign

That thing, that which, runs across a doom filled route:
Do you ever think,
Think to yourself, have you ever felt:
The same love twice?

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