Tomorrow you would be a
forgotten story of my life
I am glad that I can recall
this free from strife
a day or two passed without
you and your presence
its been enough to keep this
historical reverence
you were not that close to me
even when you are gone
I had made known this to myself
since it was the very dawn
It does hurt knowing what's past
and what's coming
how can one stop
this miserable humming?
I want to see this for once
in your eyes
how could you acclaim all
those lies?
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