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some dripped off of her long slender fingers
in her dream and mine
as she lay on the soft green bedding
of jungle flowers and dew
there also the child lay
once between her life and mine
never making the final step
only days away
a future in a time of no future
the redness of victory ran
from where the roundness had been
collecting round the child never to be
as my victorious blade cried
TOMORROW
