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the tailor

 i drape flesh 
 tailored to fit 
the body of one
woman

my scissors
honed 
to the sharpest
edge

i keep within 
the lines
 her pattern 
is a tangle

i am percise

she does 
not move

cold metal 
rides 
the curve 
of her thigh. 
Posted 10/11/11
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