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She was the strength of breaking waves
her voice echoing behind me and I
recall the resilience, the battened down
determination when she battled
her beliefs, which by the way were
selfless, by her way she endured
as she was a fury, an arduous crone
a beautiful beast with the steps
of many men, come home, I call to her
you've gone and it has evolved
slowly like a lurking enemy
you've gone and there is no manner
by which you would come home
come home my gracious lady
your phantom presence taunts me
and I miss you