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Jan 2011
You see
bone thin.
Soft skin
glistens
--perfection.

She sees
never right.
A losing fight.
Enveloped in fright
as she cries in the night.

Fingers, deep.
Can't sleep,
can't breathe.
Can't believe
she's beautiful.
Tears, fright
all night.
Not alright.

Out it flows,
and there she goes.
But, no one knows;
the secret grows.
She doesn't know

She's beautiful.
© MAB January, 2011
Alta Boudreau
Written by
Alta Boudreau  28/F/Brooklyn, NY
(28/F/Brooklyn, NY)   
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   Chuck, --- and Christos Rigakos
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