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and then the monsters from within
bleed outwards
and take over.
A different harpy every year
impersonating every fear
you've ever felt
when moving close beside me.
Oh, are you sure
you want to stay?
I may not be like yesterday
but surely now
I am much better
than tomorrow.
Tomorrow
I may not even know your name
or maybe I'll be wishing
you into oblivion.
Tomorrow
I may be wiser
I will have been around the world
one extra turn
I will have seen
you in and out
and there's no doubt
Tomorrow
I'll be wishing
it were over.
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