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MARCH 2006

> CRISP | kimberly urban

Salted, dry, melts within swirled body juice.
The carnal force of bicuspid snaps.
The resonance of dry leaves with every downward stroke.
The scent of earth upon my breath, shards of destruction in my lap.
Salt, the lingering spice, licked with delicate strokes of the tongue.
Just for marketing purpose, they are called Lays.

> BIOGRAPHY | about the author

Kimberly Urban is a stay-at-home mother of three children. She is just an average person who likes to laugh and stuff.