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written by: Jenna Moquin
@JennaMoquin
I watch a child
swing from rings
on a jungle gym
And miss that spryness
i used to have.
I miss those days of
limber limbs
And swinging on swings.
The changes that aging brings
Feel like a brick and mortar weight
When I look at a child on a swing.
Jenna Moquin
Born and raised in Massachusetts, Jenna Moquin began writing at age seven and hasn’t stopped since. Her vampire novel Deluded Blood was released in 2012, and her short story collection Safe was released in April. Currently living in the Boston area, she is working on her latest novel.
