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Sep 2020
Tomorrow is empty screams and open eyes,
Or silence
Tomorrow is rabid dogs and wild animals,
Or domestication.
World *******,
Tomorrow is, as they speak,
The worst to come
Or the best yet.
It is the recession and the homeless,
Or the uplifting.
Tomorrow is the elders to look down on us.
Or us looking up.
Truly,
It is,
As we perceive it.
Tomorrow may be the color yellow.
Or a blood-curdling black.
Candice Gibson
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