A blast from the past or déjà-vu,
Meeting your first flame on Facebook,
Smiling in the present, thinking of past,
Thank god the yearnings and aches don’t last.
The past is always one up on its peers,
The sneak keeps getting fatter and fatter,
In tomorrow, the today will dissolve at last,
And forever we can have a blast from the past.
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