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“Nobody feels this weight beneath my skin. Who knows I’m grieving as I walk? Who has the list of gravity’s costs? Nobody but the man I’ve lost.”

Quote by Allison Joseph

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Allison Joseph, born in 1967, is a talented American poet known for her unique style and profound insights into social issues. Her works blend personal experiences, cultural backgrounds, and social commentary, showcasing rich emotions and intellectual depth. more

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