I see her wondering these streets often
Hunched over with time
I wonder if she is noticed by other wondering eyes like mine
If she is seen
Too old to be walking as often as I see her
Her destination seems unknown
So translucent her existence
Its questionable
Maybe she is my fear haunting me
An old soul withering away
Forgotten even by death
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