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Kitty Coles

Matryoshka I. The bulwarks you use to glaze your tenderness, plating the smallness, making it secure, the billboards hanging: ‘How elegant are my ramparts!’ II. The seven veils of flesh, its scattered furs, wrapping the gift, its cryptic, jittery contents. … Continue reading

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