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Jun 2019
blisters
slither
down my arm
like a pus-filled snake

boils
stick to my flesh
like barnacles
on a moldy
rotting
boat

pop
and squirt
infections
galore
disgust
is illogical
when dinner
is ready.
Anastasia
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Anastasia  19/F
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