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poem written for Story Circle Network's Real Women Write annual anthology; this year's topic is body stories.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The body keeps its ledgers~ purple ink beneath the skin, a ledger of missteps and collisions. Some bloom tender as dusk, others harden into topography, maps of what we survived. They whisper in fading yellows: here, you were alive enough to hurt.
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