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Drinking for...

Tomorrow's

Now my yesterdays, are gone.

When dreams have turned,

 to dust.

One last, promise.

Then I'm done.

I have been left, upon....... the cusp.

If life could shelter me, from...

emotions.

How sweet then my dreams, would be.

And promise, would hold, 

no.....

Reward.

Giajl © Jim Love