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Speckled banana

I keep thinking about tomorrow
Tomorrow 
Tomorrow might bring sorrow 
Tomorrow might bring joy
I'll let tomorrow stay 
I might have to break bonds and chains
For inconsistency has become the order of the day.
I break off forgiveness the way the lord kept breaking that bread
Endless 
He preached forgiveness
But Nina 
Nina said you gotta learn to leave the table when love is no longer being served.
When you're the only one serving.
Soon you'll be empty. 
Who will replenish the basket?
Who will prepare for the harvest?
Who will bring love back to the fold?

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