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Jun 2016
He watched her grow out her fingernails
Burn herself with cigarettes
Her scabs would heal and morph into gray dots on her dark flesh
She looked like a winter afternoon with a chance of showers

She was beautiful in her own way
The way books are beautiful stacked on shelves
The way trees can only be appreciated in forests
Her beauty was of many and of one.
Rachel Leigh Barnett
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Rachel Leigh Barnett  Northern California
(Northern California)   
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   Leia R and Mack
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