Time is Relative

wisps of steam rise
from a frozen cup of coffee
mingling
with memories past
bare feet
on wooden planks
toes painted red
and flesh turned blue
the sun bursts
through dark, shattered windows
full of life
and full of decay
a blink
or a decade

vivid
deserted

choose if you wish.
or accept.

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