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Only bruises

2022 July 5th2015 October 19th

Poetry allows
my soul to age gracefully
my mind to land softly
amongst the new gray hairs —
without it I’d have thunked
into my forties with
tail bone, funny bone
and spirit broken

—Terri Guillemets

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