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Tomorrow,  she says

eyes closed,  head tilted to the windows


in the morning when the street lights surrender

when buses growl and cars blow horns 


tomorrow,  she says

pulling the blanket almost to her chin


when the lights flicker in the apartment building across the street 

a random checkboard 


tomorrow, she says

almost asleep now,  a soft whisper


when I can smell the coffee 

from the shop two blocks away 


I will wake you up 


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