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Flapping of wings
I spoke to the stars,
they asked me who you were.
I replied that you were my tomorrow.
I talked to the stars,
Silently they looked at my yesterday, crying my tomorrow.
The wind blows,
cancel my tomorrow, ending my torture with excruciating delicacy.
I am my tomorrow,
deleted since yesterday,
I smile greedily as the day dies.