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She came to me in the night
As she sat by the firelight
I should be in awe at her wizen face
But I don’t slow down a pace
She at like a grandmother warming at a fire
And like I am an insolate child say “what do you want hag”
A smirk oh her face as I stare at the floor.
Shamed of my words but to proud to show.
I look at the women that I worship the most.
“of course you would say that, you always were too headstrong”