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November 21, 2016 / barton smock

lost color

appetite went from our dog to our cat. from our cat to an animal that had no fight. a tornado took our shoe-store. our sisters were assaulted for no more than ringing dollhouse doorbells. our mothers blindfolded for putting lipstick on the crow. we pissed ourselves and corn set its blood on fire. our weeping our weeping swept.

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