Don’t ask how old I am

I am Abraham.

No, I am the daughter of Ham, born generations ago to a cursed man.

Premature since my exit from the womb, I fear the tomb.

So don’t ask how old I am, don’t remind me of my mortality for I fear the day it will all end peacefully or I experience fatality.

 

 

 

 

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