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The Sorrow Of Tomorrow
The sorrow of tomorrow began early, and again today.
Time tells, no time and yet the essence of the moment is gone.
The heart yearns for just one more day, yet it still slips away..
The sorrow of tomorrow began early, and again today.
Desire became a fire, in the inner most part of the mind.
The way a body clings to the soul, of another spirit in twined..
The sorrow of t...
Friday 29th May 2020 6:06 am
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