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Tomorrow's Gate

"I wait by the squeaky old gate that tomorrow will find," where rust clings like memory, and the wind carries your name like a secret. No footsteps come, only the hush of almost. Time leans against the fence, and I wonder if it grieves, too.

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Date: 6/7/2025 7:16:00 PM
Beautiful lines, Rhonda! Congrats!
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Date: 6/7/2025 6:41:00 PM
Congrats on your win Rhonda, Very nicely penned
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Date: 6/4/2025 4:24:00 PM
Sounds really lonely. Hey nice to meet ya. Welcome to PS!
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