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Tomorrow
Never comes. This moment Will not surrender. The now Cannot keep yesterday. Those things old Were considered. The past Yesterday it is still called. Not allowed To meet the present. They themselves Unknowledgeable Of the others Existence. Still Neither has a tomorrow. While the future patiently waits For today And the day before. Their chance greeting Dissipates Mirrors of delusion. For tomorrow Is not allowed to go back. A greeting Contrast with the present. Yesterday Long ago That moment elapsed. Trying to catch And run ahead But will never pass this second. Yesterday Did speak with a moment in time Allowing the now. Pass all there is Entering a future yet created Are dreamless voids Timeless nightmares Intangible visions Where tomorrow exists not. Tomorrow does have a secret. The future it knew Before yesterday and today. Because tomorrow Is always after now So It's aware of their existence. And things To come...
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