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A crowded mind finally makes enough room for one sentence, then another, until the poem finds its own way out.
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A poetry library for the things that bruise us, the things that bloom anyway, and everything we become in between.
A crowded mind finally makes enough room for one sentence, then another, until the poem finds its own way out.
Between Bruises & Blooms 