A slight smile reveals crimson ivory
melting into scarlet serpentines on
a blanket of snow
Pain of face from pleasures of late
to which seconds seem like seasons
Tears of the life long left
to become nothing more than memories
of a dead soul
Futures are for fortune tellers and stock markets
What is cannot erase what was...
and the future's better on the face...
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p.s. don't go crazy. take some time for yourself. play!