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Apr 2016
cut flesh like a wedding cake
heavy porcelain fondant
each rib a slice topped with cherry filling
a body that is no longer mine

open to a glossy woman pg. 6
9 moves your guy will love
tear her in two, each ligament snapped
a body that is no longer hers


the body is a temple and ours
have been decimated, deconstructed
made for human consumption and
delivered to our loyal subscribers
mrs kite
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mrs kite  north america
(north america)   
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