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Tomorrow Dressed Up like God

I could fall in love with her.

 

She promises

everything and anything.

 

No

She promises nothing

She merely alludes to every

intangible dream,

good or bad,

that I've ever had.

 

She demands commitment

She rewards dogged repetitive tenacity to

to the point of suffering.

Then again,

sometimes she gifts things for no reason.

 

It's odd but the harder I look at her,

the more I study her for understanding,

the more vague she becomes.

 

She threatens me sometimes,

maybe a lot,

and occasionally she springs

nasty surprises.

 

In spite of her meanness,

I imagine giving her some part of myself

but

she's fickle about gifts

and completely ungracious when she

refuses them.

 

Still,

you've always got a chance with her.

At least until you don't.

 

I would.

I would make her mine.

 

But Yesterday,

that ***** just won't leave me the **** alone.

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