Tomorrow arrived
With neither fanfare nor doom
And became tonight
Quietly
Without incident
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Tomorrow arrived
With neither fanfare nor doom
And became tonight
Quietly
Without incident
I’m casting these dice
Hoping for another night at the table
Either I go bust, fade into nothing
Or I find my fortune and live on
…
The end feels already written
But is it merely ink on paper, or etched in stone?
Delicate, easily torn