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Tomorrow Will Not Come

Tomorrow Will Not Come

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Lay spreadeagled overpowered

By pounding of lust

Mind, soul, body ripped apart

Flame of the forest rained showers


To mop up her fears

To cover her nakedness

Mingle with the redness

Of her virginal bed

Poppies waved her eyes shut


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