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Not too gone
Born in a time forgotten
Left for somebody else's future
Rocking body fading memory
Alone
The only place she feels safe
Whatching light dance
against curtains dark
Reminds her of beginning
The place where roads converged
Defining existence
She didn't ask to be brought into being
sorrow and desperation cling
As tattered cloth hang
Off a shriveled frame
Brittle bones support every advance
She's 90 today
Gave up long ago
Yet her body refuses to follow
Soon she prays
Left for somebody else's future
Rocking body fading memory
Alone
The only place she feels safe
Whatching light dance
against curtains dark
Reminds her of beginning
The place where roads converged
Defining existence
She didn't ask to be brought into being
sorrow and desperation cling
As tattered cloth hang
Off a shriveled frame
Brittle bones support every advance
She's 90 today
Gave up long ago
Yet her body refuses to follow
Soon she prays
Published 2nd Oct 2016
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