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Jul 2018
Small bumps speckle my body
and I will pick
and pick
and pick
at them until I know for sure
the sludge,
the growths,
and the imperfections
are no more than scabs and dried blood.
At least then I can tell you I got these spots from battling.
Speckled Iā€™m the remince of insecurity
Elizabeth Zenk
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Elizabeth Zenk  19/F/Getting There
(19/F/Getting There)   
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