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Tomorrow

Through the interwoven weaves of every cotton strand on your bed sheet

You lay there like a fish out of water

Restless and colourless

So why does the devil sleep seduce you

Making promises it won’t follow

For something, more hopeful as tomorrow

Sleep my darling, my love

Let sleep seduce you

Let it open you up and devour thee

Making promises of a reasonable tomorrow –

– Shumi Begum

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