I have seen your face turn to grass,
With time passed,
And tickets paid for,
As the rain carves the lines that make you.

This smile that’s gotten you through
Now turns intricate with wrinkles,
Which are always there,
Time’s grooves
Where fingers press and follow time’s tattoos.

I have seen your face turn to grass,
Where your lines that have been drawn
Draw back into their maker,
Time or God knows what.

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