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Apr 2015
I.
See these marks on my fingers?
They're not from my bark
They're my bite's fight with dinner

II.
These cuts and bruises
Have calcium to blame
And the food my body refuses

III.
The scars on my middle and pointer
Remind me of the acid burn
That made my image so much lovelier
For myself
Not for the faint of heart.
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Allyson Walsh
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Allyson Walsh  Minnesota
(Minnesota)   
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