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April 5, 2016 / barton smock

(-)

it was for healing the hand of the plain hand
that I
was touched / well blood

on a bread
crumb
massage me
a brainwashed
worm / well comb

all you want
the eyesight
of god / swallow

a hair
in the house
that birth
built…

can’t
this once
a thing
die
in the sanctuary
of its double

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