Wrinkles line her face
She looks pretty old, much beyond her age
having lost much of her vitality.
Her diseased decadent body struggles to support
variety of life forms,
some simple, others complex,
ranging from large ones to the tiniest -
Mostly harmless, few of them dangerous
Deadliest of all
The bipedal life form.
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