This day fades under withering skies-
Calendar says that it’s today
But I don’t know;
Today is so dim,
Full of yesterday-
And yesterday was full
Of the days before.
Why do they linger-
Those moments past?
Why do they hem today-
Will it unravel without them?
This day fades under withering skies-
Calendar says that it’s today
But I’m not sure…
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