The old-timers say that she was
the prettiest girl ever seen 'round these parts.
It is hard to see now through
the caked mud and wild shock of white hair.
At night she undresses
tracing the scars that map across her breasts and back.
And she remembers being young;
her lover's hands interlocked with her spine,
her long brown hair spilling between splayed fingers.
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