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I could close like a scab
over a wound
that can’t quite heal
and be angry to the grave.
Or I could let pain
sand away a self until
there’s nothing
but being lost in the wind
that clears the last
of the leaves
and bares the tree.
Copyright 2020 Doug Anderson

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So simple and the word that comes to mind, pure. Thank you.
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