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Allwell Writes

Tomorrow Lines

By AllwellJuly 23, 20262 min read

Once again, I'm left to see What you've planned for me to be Yet I see you murder me With what you say and what you do I see you call out to the sky and cry the tears that heaven sees But only what you see in me Is what you dream of me to be I am not straight or clear and free I bet you've seen or heard of me I bet you've tasted a piece of me I bet you've made a friend from me A circle I am, with stone and wind The wound you cause throws the stones at me And wait for you to come to me The joy you give cause wave and shocks as hard as gold, waiting for you I am made up by the things you give And return back 10x of it like rolling stones I give my gifts Awaiting what you give to me the time for me to leave this earth is when I don't have more from you and that may be the end I seek for words are called for me to sleep I am tomorrow A dream unseen I hope and wish you come to me To see what you've prepared for you

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Allwell

Founder, poet, and curator of Allwell Writes.

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