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September 13, 2016 / barton smock

beneath the mirror’s toothbrush

the doll and the dummy wore for god a wire. she had a dog whistle and she a rape. my fist grew faster than my mouth. your dad was asking a ghost looking for its head how to hold a baby. thunder what it remembered. your mom the palmreader with a broken wrist was pumping milk…

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