Ever have that feeling – peculiar?
See something oddly familiar?
An object you think you haven’t previously seen
But it draws you in, wondering what it means
What could it be, from a previous existence
An object from a dream causing insistence
To be remembered or realized, it remains
Hidden inside the frame of your brain?
You see it there, it won’t let you go
Demanding you remember, to know
It’s there for a reason, telling a truth
A shiver comes, a memory from youth
A haunting remembrance you didn’t choose
You’ve kept hidden away, not to let loose
But you’re in it now, no turning round
It’s right in front of you, the secret found.
The Bag Lady 
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