Turn away,
I cannot bear to see your face,
Knowing that sometime,
Next year,
It is to be replaced,
By fuzzy grey shadows,
And darkened visages,
Of misty people,
With personalities of haze,
Turn away,
I do not,
Cannot live in the moment,
The future has always,
Been part of my nightly torment,
And to choose to leave so soon,
It does more than graze,
This already wounded heart.
~Rei Shiori
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