SwingA Poem by Kristina MoulaisonIllusion of age.little girl cloaked in this old skin armor of age, wrinkled in defiance a diploma of years, buffer against visible want and fear, feet still swinging in and out, trying to get higher waiting for a push
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4 Reviews Added on February 19, 2014 Last Updated on February 20, 2014 Tags: aging, vulnerability, life 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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