Tomorrow, tomorrow.
Sumptuous gaze,
bringing fresh roses neatly cut garden hedge,
for sun rises over the rivers,
a dew lingering past scent of depths unseen,

You say you want to go on,
I say the lost truth is paining me,
I saw the darkness in those eyes...

never feeding,
opening up,
tomorrow brings more empty spaces,
empty spaces to be explored,
trying not to turn back on myself,
you're sinking further into the night,
let go,
tomorrow isn't waiting for anybody. 

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