No Hay Maestro Como Carne Propia

for a.c.b.n.c

take my limbs

from taught muscles

to twitching digits

and make them your Own

across moist pink plains

riddled with bloody roots

each slice and and stitch

is arousal and titillation

to your blunt sophistication

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