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The Poetry
Of Molly..................................................................
untitled (Love?)
Creeps
as does the sun
when it rises
the feeling within
comes lurking,
jumping out from
behind the shadows
haphazardly
it comes from a depth
so deep that even
falling rose petals will
not reach it
shut up
His expression motionless as the night sky
eyes burning with a wanting look
that will make you feel worthless
his words silent anger
once upon a time
his sympathizing side
never once shown till
the eyes are closed
behind
lilac chair
sitting back in my
lilac
folding chair
remembering the faint scent
of your hair
