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May 5, 2016 / barton smock

tales

agewise
and younger
than stillness

the river, the room…

my dad
he tries
to cross
his mind.

has anyone
met me?

there were two people
both
in character
and god
was afraid
to wash
my heart. no baby

in a mailbox
bled.

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