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June 13, 2016 / barton smock

(edit, variant…in the asylum we’d sun ourselves with angels)

 

[in the asylum we’d sun ourselves with angels]

he crushes
a cocoon
because it has
no god

/ I have not sinned since taking an active role in my dreams

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