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This Old Woman


This woman has grown bitter and twisted
like an old knarled tree
that sits atop a barren, rocky outcrop
that looks out over the sea.
Buffeted by winds and salty air
stripped bare
of life.

Stubborn and resolute.
Holding on till death to be right
to win
at all costs.
Not noticing the true cost
to her ravaged Soul.
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