DescendantsA Poem by Kristina Moulaison(We revere youth's flawlessness, but it is in our own aging and dying that we give life, an echo of our own brief blooming. These scars that are left behind, our trophies.)
Seeds
scatter
this
badge of death
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the scars she wears tomorrow.
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Added on July 27, 2008Last Updated on March 19, 2017 AuthorKristina MoulaisonBellingham, WAAboutI write. Read me. We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, la.. more..Writing
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