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Genesis

By November 16, 2011No Comments

Emily Dyer

Red bead strung in pain
drops
and is wasted.
Drops
and is wasted again.

Drops
and my eyes are opened.

Bite
and now I am wise.

What is this that thou hast done?
I ate and now I am full.

Red and beautiful.
I chose my paradise.

My cup is running over.

I drink of it all the days of my life.