Beneath the Bruises
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Last published Wed, Apr 15, 2026
Some wounds are invisible, some pain lingers where no one can see. These poems are the quiet confessions of a heart learning to feel, to break, and to survive. Each line traces the ache, the loss, and the shadows we carry, and the fragile beauty found beneath it all.
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