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Sitting hunched Wrinkled, broken Weathered, dignified Eyes worn through time Soul tumbled By waves of experience Some good But most led her here And she sits Against the cheap plastic tiling Chipped on the surface A bit like her And as the sun hits it And as the sun hits her As the sun hits the coins in her palm Her eyes sparkle again With the warmth of new light And the warmth of new life The warmth of forgetting She is suffering But as the sun warms her skin For a second again As the sun warms her skin Leprous and pale Her mouth splits a toothless grin And she is young again