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Mar 2018
This bruise on my hand is growing.
I can see it spreading to my other hand
To my arms
Shoulders
Up my neck
Down my chest
Down my stomach
Across my hips
Stretching the length of my legs
And ending at my feet

Who would think that's beautiful?
Who would want to touch someone that's
Dark purple
On the outside
Blue towards the middle
And yellow around the edges

No one
And I shouldn't expect them too
Addie Rivers
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Addie Rivers  26/F/Somewhere Far From Here
(26/F/Somewhere Far From Here)   
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   Kirsten Claire
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