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Pieces
Kiera Beckford
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I take possession of saged blades in an act of
rebellion
And as did he upon babblers while he omit Noah---
I channel the aggression of a disconsolate god.
In my hands now sits domain for an ant and repast to a cow,
Roots lingering still in dirt, interwoven paths of sustenance betrothed to the fertile soil.
A Spring grass grew never to match its virtue. Today I stand at its tomb, longing.
My dearest friend, to whom the cows owe their grace, Why do I so long for you?
