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February 25, 2016 / barton smock

clearing

god
my path
to meaning
nothing

she had a sock drawer and a pair of secret hands

the hardest time
with houses

what if the end stops coming

what if

from one cannibal to another

it is extra
this bone
from the horse

Moon
ate

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