Dating : never tomorrow

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tomorrow is the place we cannot tread

living forward is a curse for many

scissors that cut holes in the tailored cloth

a blindness that erases parts of day

tomorrow is the palace of the dead

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mythical tale once read, lay in same bed

a treasure in the arms of future winds

cast spells of sorrow that wiped today clean

only an accountant as the hero

returned the hours lost as gold present

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