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'The ghost-moon wastes his wax'
The ghost-moon wastes his wax - Drips it down a fishing line to us, Adrift on a noiseless sea. Like the voices of the dead, Wandering in white noise, The ghost-moon wastes his wax.
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ALL THAT GLITTERS
ALL THAT GLITTERS…. © Mollie Kay Smith
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POEM: Breaking Through.
Are superiority complexes are born of fear or ignorance?
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POEM: The Wailing Wall.
A postscript to God.
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A GOOD WAY TO GO
A GOOD WAY TO GO © Mollie Kay Smith
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A CRISIS FROM NOTHING
A CRISIS FROM NOTHING ©Mollie Kay Smith
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The Nightly Harlot
She's never known love. Partially inspired by Les Miserables (my favorite musical of all time).
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Every shadow is of the sun
A poem about lights, shadows, and reflections.
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My Code
My only wish is not to compete But to build my code for the truth.
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Near the Close
You always sat at peace in an immaculate space ,Whilst I listened to the taps whistling, soflty Elbows on the little square, of a filthy counter. And so I looked at every nervy look
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