As she told the languid account of her misfortunes
the crevaces of her worn and distant face would grow deeper
Her story would never reach further than the foot of her bed
Time itself a currency that she would never have enough of
I absorbed every word as a perfect lesson of a hard life
A life of lessons stewed so viciously it would spill
Where the wisdom could be but caught in those last moments
Rejected was her visitor’s familial claim
There wasn't enough love in that relationship to fill a thimble,
she explained
With acceptance so impervious that I would question nothing
She put death deep within my life
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