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Waking

The backs of my front teeth

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That I ground in my sleep

Skin tags

The iffy vision when I needed

Clarity

My ingrown or overgrown

Toenails

White hair (dark again)

The perils of left-handedness

In a right-handed, mortal world

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Fears resolved

All the fear

That drove

The body and the brain

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The soul that speaks

At last

To say, I knew you were there

Thank you for the journey home

To end at last

To start

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C L Couch

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Watchmaker’s Junkyard

Photo by Heather Zabriskie on Unsplash

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