Kristina Moulaison
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Give it to meA Poem by Kristina MoulaisonGive it to me That thing you hold so tightly in your hand afraid it will get broken. Let me woo you gently .. |
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Michelangelo is a busboyA Poem by Kristina MoulaisonOf wasted talent. |
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The QuickeningA Poem by Kristina MoulaisonWhile the equinox chimes its crisp tilting alarm, a powerful steam engine across a golden landscape, to awaken us into a n.. |
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A Terrible GraceA Poem by Kristina MoulaisonWhile the vast darkness between stars keeps me cradled in the arms of a silent grace the holding up ofa failing heart in need of .. |
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The DanceA Poem by Kristina MoulaisonOn the edge of madness and bliss where I marinate my heart swollen, teetering flutters wildly on the cusp of a long awaited orgas.. |
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Bitter StorageA Poem by Kristina MoulaisonI dreamed this last night... |
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PoemA Poem by Kristina Moulaisonmy words pale into rubbish chalky rainbow stick figures melting into puddles on the sidewalk blaring brash pretender.. |
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KeepsakeA Poem by Kristina MoulaisonIf Mother would open her door, that carefully crafted curtain of stone, pull back the too comfortable pleasantries punctuated by .. |
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IdolatryA Poem by Kristina MoulaisonThis idolin whose shadowI tremblea god solarge, my soulis consumedablaze in its lightI tried tonot love youlike thisto stand aloneto fight for sanityb.. |
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A prayer too lateA Poem by Kristina MoulaisonThese are just wordsI've traded for a bottleof winea sigh in the darknessI don't remember youI knew you onceso long agounder a different moonI cried o.. |
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