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Feb 2020
I stare at an empty plate
Hungry for food, but so much more.
I stare at the dial on the scale
As it swings like a bladed pendulum,
Slicing lower and lower.
I stare at an empty plate
And it stares back at me.
Phoebe Rivera
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Phoebe Rivera  23/F
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