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December 11, 2016 / barton smock

itself

 

for the scarecrows of trampoline graveyard

I am crushing
pills
in that sleepy
window
where certain
lives
double…

/ suicide, it lowers
in a spotless
interrogation
room
a shoeshine

chair

for pregnancy, thing
of the present

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