Knowing You Once More

Do I know you?

Have we actually met?

I might have seen you,

somewhere and sometime.

A running man,

a fleeting you.

It seems close,

yet severed from recollection.

But, I know you,

just, not you.

Do you?

Is this where it all begins,

from start or then?

Let this memories be deserving.

Yet again.

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