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September 16, 2016 / barton smock

I am, emptiness, out of breath

in a wet dream on fire
the arsonist
fills
the mouth
he is trying
to leave

(it is not hunger that eats the horse)

I am past the age of what
in a former life
I died as, a spoon

is a fork

asleep in the hand of god

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