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Apr 2017
your fingers on the soft skin of my stomach
remind me that I am allowed to eat, every tickle and pinch tells me
I don't have to worry about my size, I'm counting the kisses
instead of calories,
and the pressure your smile elicits in my chest
is more important than my weight
my eating disorder has faded to an annoying buzz rather than a deafening screech
Amulet Atari
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Amulet Atari  17/bed
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