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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"

-Kaya
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 —