Countdown

another flirtation -
this one enhanced
by the pain
of others -

the unrealized concern -
biding its time
in the dark recesses
of the mind -
finds its way
to the fore;

the sands
of life's hourglass
always fall,
don't take a single grain
for granted;

they do not count up,
only down
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