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Nov 2017
pale knuckles thumping the table,

and purple bruises on your thighs.

Write with smiling eyes and dimpled cheeks,

hands raised high in hallelujah,

and waxy newly healed scars.

Write so hard it hurts.

Write so hard it heals.

Whatever you do,

write it at once.
Laura Slaathaug
Written by
Laura Slaathaug  North Dakota
(North Dakota)   
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