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Apr 2015
I find G o d
in the dust
up  against
chokecherry
trees by the
river, when
i talk to him
s u n l i g h t
brushes  up
my   thighs
or   f i n d s
me through
the   leaves
encased   in
honeycomb


encased in honeycomb.
(c) Brooke Otto 2015
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