Kristina Moulaison
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EchoesA Poem by Kristina MoulaisonLonging for wisdom, for a more enlightened world, to feel the connectedness of all things. Time is a string folding in and around itself. |
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Carolina Bus StopA Poem by Kristina Moulaison |
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Symphony of StringsA Poem by Kristina MoulaisonQuantum musings and all the things we cannot see. |
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Broken RoadA Poem by Kristina Moulaison |
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Chasing CalliopeA Poem by Kristina Moulaison |
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Junkie's BedA Poem by Kristina Moulaison |
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Martyr's CryA Poem by Kristina MoulaisonThe world wants to vanquish all wisdom and yet the light of its burning illuminates the darkness that surrounds it. |
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Favored ScarsA Poem by Kristina MoulaisonSome bleed and some feed. |
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SwingA Poem by Kristina MoulaisonIllusion of age. |
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TeacherA Poem by Kristina Moulaison |
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