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tomorrow

tomorrow,
the sun won't rise
birds will stay put in their nests
rushing waves will fight the tides,
silently blending into ocean's ends

the winds will still
the rivers cease to flow
silence will sink heavy on us
and you and i won't know that

you would not wake and i would not stir
stones like our hearts will fail to fear
i would not speak nor would you hear
tomorrow, when the end is near

survivor tocantins

tonight, 2300h, channel 5

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paint me pink, o queen of passion.
draw the wild breeze of day unto us
and after, the still of night
unto my racing soul.

it finds no rest till it finds you,
no pleasure till it lays warm
in your bosom.

and again, queen o'passion, again,
tear down these walls of inhibition,
enter as you may,
unleash and
set me free