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Barton D Smock
Poems
Feb 2015
peril
I bit my tongue
when my tongue
was a cloud.
take cover, bones,
says my daughter
dancing.
I crushed my son
like a gift
and offered
god
my tactile
outlook.
stay small, future.
persuade
a peephole
to show
some blood.
Written by
Barton D Smock
48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)
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