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Kaya Sep 2016
She was dressed in mustard,
on a tall golden chair
She sat before clean,
crisp and clear silverware
around her, nothing mattered
not even the polluted air
she left, nobody noticed
they ask "was she even there"

It’s all come down to this:

prongs and damp curves
and lots of serration.
My bite and your bite
and we all
bite down.

— The End —