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Julie Butler
Poems
Apr 2015
selfish
they call me: gypsy, runner, thief
be you my gold, my feet, my greed
meet me on streets
we have not seen
unwarrant wants, deep breaths, relief
I will not front;
give you my teeth
we're breaking rules, my dear
we're weak
I am not yours
o b v i o u s l y
claim me
this
own
without defeat
I'm chasing dreams
but i don't sleep
my pillow smells like you
like
need
so lost behind
what I can't seek
f i n d i n g that
time
holds no belief
that I was freed
c u r i o u s l y
I watched you leave my street
quickly
that I should wait
so p a t i e n t l y
to bring your body back to me
I will not beg
I wouldn't plead
but I would have you still believe
you'd still have me if you should leave
should you come back I would agree
for you i'd gather everything
not rings, but things that you might need
I'd love you deeper than the sea
in love with you , i am
*a l r e a d y
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