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Molly

What was faceless is now historic,
with no ones name to carve into soft metal portraits,
that time and rain will soon bend into a reaction,
(they mean the world to people who know nothing.)
Blame it on me.
For we are all the pennies in the world,
and with them we can build a home bound with inks,
to shade the chasing sunlight from our eyes.

Okay. Firstly, something I’ve wanted to do for a while is post other people’s work on my site alongside my own, for the sake of variety and extra traffic. The first of these I’m going to put up after this post.

So this that I’m going to post by another writer is from a girl I added on Myspace, Molly, who writes some pretty superlative poetry. At least, I think so. It might just be the use of words like ‘skitter’ and ‘colloquial’, and some interesting images, but I think the voice is quite unlike a lot of poems that I’ve read. Anyway, I like them.

Next, at some point in the next few months I want to make this site ‘better’. Not sure exactly how it will improve much, but I want to vary the content some more, and write some more personal pieces, like I did at the start, so it’s more like a blog, than just a collection of short stories one after the other.

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