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Geneva Awaits the Morning She had heard rumors about tomorrow. This time she swore to believe them. In the past, the future had let her down. What began with starry promises turned into stony, lovesick afternoons. She had heard rumors about tomorrow. This time she swore to believe them. In the past the future had let her down. What began with starry promises turned into stony, lovesick afternoons... and endless evenings caught dreaming in someone else's back room. Something about midnight's echo convinced Geneva a different dawn was in place. If a new day could be unwrapped, opened with the sun, no fragile enemies would hear. First light promised to heal the hollow places where sadness traces appear. So now... Geneva awaits the morning. © 2010, 2011 Jimmy the Peach (Peach). All rights reserved.
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