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Mar 21
I felt the crick of my neck,
Wondering how many

Admonitions resided there.
The critiques of myself
Harbored between the bones
Of my body, and I thought
Perhaps arthritis is
Merely the accumulation
Of doubts and worryβ€”
The collection of regrets
Kept internally for
so many years.
Written by
Sia Harms
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     Nolan Bucsis and ---
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