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The trauma said, ‘Don’t write these poems. Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones.

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Andrea Gibson
Age: 49
Born: 1975
Born: August 13
Poet
Calais
Maine
Andrew Gibson
Write
Poems
Writing
Bones
Grief
Cry
Nobody
Inside
Wants
Hear
Trauma

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To think, a sweater, is made entirely of knots. My stomach could clothe a village.
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