The Déjà Vu Girl
The Girl You Remember Who Doesn't Know You Yet
You’ve seen me before, I promise.
I am the pause before the familiar becomes strange, the stillness in the center of a turning world. I’ve worn many names but never stayed long enough to be remembered. I collect quiet places, soft sounds, the way light bends just before it fades. I don’t belong to time, but time often brushes against me.
What I'm Into: dust motes in sunlight, forgotten train stations, the taste of nostalgia, unfinished conversations, clouds that never break
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