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March 20, 2016 / barton smock

it alone

kiss me like I’m not here

like my belly
is

think of blood
as the author
of bruise, of the baby

you’ll not
see
blue

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  1. mukul chand / Mar 20 2016 4:00 am

    lovely poem

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