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by Sara Molloy

Beautiful moments in time
She won't respond
That would be yielding
Like a statue, she waits,
covered in weather and
Dusted by fingerprints that
Searched her from
Learning her
And eyes turned up,
Roving a warm, red sky
Turning on it like hunger
Hope left tumbling down
The cellar stairs
Away, what serenity
She won't respond,
They whisper- poking, prodding
And puffy eyes search her over
Longing eyes look down on her

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