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Heather Butler Poem
I spent three hours in your company
we did not speak
I breathed your soul
and felt restored
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Heather Butler Poem
Violated: my home
Robbed of its heart
Voided of its soul
That once lovingly collected, collated now just material
Stuff
Lies cloaked, shrouded in pained memory
Years of images
Unable to comfort the present
Where optimism lived now quiet dullness resides
Brightened by continuous arrival of those living, breathingg
replicass of you.
Copyright © Heather Butler | Year Posted 2019
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Heather Butler Poem
it's just a hole
A hole in the ground
Rough sided with stone
Deep enough
Long enough
Coarse clumped earth moulded expectantly round its edges
It's just a hole
A hole in the ground
In which we'll put my whole life.
Copyright © Heather Butler | Year Posted 2019
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