By a series of degrees, karma-driven,
her life was destined to be a rough and tough
ascent. It was hard, lurid, scuffed and careworn
from the start and she had lived it on the edge.
Not one to push herself or ever let
herself be pushed, she knew not how, or had
the cause to fly. Agéd now and scared to
die alone, her longings are like dreams whose
intensity is strong but like her fateful
journey are too high-coloured, dramatic,
overstated in their indemnity.
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