Woman
My hair is graying and wrinkles adorn my eyes and my lips giving away simplistic realities of age. My breasts dance a little lower, my abdomen resists waistlines, arms give way to gravity. My vision struggles under the weight of years of curiousity and the seeking of understanding. I have born pain each moon to the cycles of the same and I have suffered the loss of all it represents with dignity,…
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