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May 2015
relief
I've searched this earth for
found in my palm
poured from
but not yours
under my own tree
the grass was green
the grass is green here too ma
but these leaves
fall fall like flings
and they don't love me
what do I need
no more
what do I mean
I mean I'm tasting this backwards
my mouth is full
cruel, muffled scream
& me
what a preferred way to breathe
Julie Butler
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Julie Butler  CA
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