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In America's Humble Liberty Statue

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Her face bore
the silent waves
of ore
and grave
stones, its
crevices
of smashed grits
and excess
bone marrow
are as humble
as a hunter’s arrow.
Thus, her smile—a crumble—
detains its own image,
my flawed scrimmage.





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