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Mar 2016
the chorus and
the columns far
upholding tactful, dreamy stars
and what can we say, to dream what they are?
turning in trembling multitudes.

but the common cry
is a fallow blow
falls empty to that silver'd glow
and nobody could ever know
if the lights hear at all, or are uncaring
Molly Jenkins
Written by
Molly Jenkins  Chapel Hill, NC
(Chapel Hill, NC)   
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