at the edge of tomorrow

the internal reflections that twist

the boiling worries that mist

almost makes me miss

the telling turns that kiss,

at the edge of tomorrow.

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the funny heart that beats

all in my sheets

no more of that messy feeling

that ends in a meeting

at the edge of tomorrow.

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i only miss the sweet

passiveness of the heat

that lets me be in your heart

and at the corners lurk

at the edge of tomorrow.

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i only exist

at the bottom of your list

but there is a sweetness

in living in your consciousness

at the edge of tomorrow.

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a loveliness shines in the green

for all the world to see and preen

clunky and awkward we move

but you, graceful like dew

at the edge of tomorrow.

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a span of time that spins

there are no wins

only me and the thought of you

oh it's only us two

at the edge of tomorrow.