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Sarah Moll Poem
Been clean for a while now
A lifetime it seems
But at least once a week
I have vicodin dreams
I wake with this bite
This high from the night
As if I had popped
A pill and then dropped
Into narcotic sleep
Then I come to
From this broken view
And I lie in my bed,and weep
Copyright © Sarah Moll | Year Posted 2025
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Sarah Moll Poem
She sits upon her throne of woes
Pain in hand to feed the crows
A silhouette against the sky
Her feathered friend is perched so high
She looks at him and he looks back
She sits and waits to interact
These wing-ed beasts Her only friends
She even makes their feathers pens
Life has gone and left her weary
But stay the crows, though oft are leary
Copyright © Sarah Moll | Year Posted 2025
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