HoarderA Poem by Kristina MoulaisonFeathered memories lay across her floor, her tabletops, her shelves. Every corner piled high against forgetting.
I am storing my memories in heaps of soft flesh.
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Added on March 1, 2014Last Updated on April 7, 2014 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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