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Bugs trail the depth of her grooves.
Time has all but left its mark upon her body.

Twisted and tangled her limbs.
Always reaching for the last of light.

Her body cold and lifeless.
Her crown still moves with the wind.

Her bosom shelters the helpless.
Her life is an end to begin.

She roams the world alone.
Quietly sobs, as dead leaves crumble under her feet.
No amount of time will heal her wounds.

She does not rest.
She does not stop.
Only she suffers.

She alone waits for the end.
For she will reunite with him,
Under the blanket of stars they once gazed upon.