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Mar 2015
the fireplace is on drugs.  get the good rope and tie it around the wrist of the hand I want dead.

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on a drive I’ve undertaken to see my brother, it comes to me that odd things were being sold.  jesus-on-a-stick.  the crown of thorns, extra.  I close my eyes.  I dare the brain.  the brain says it’s off to be forgiven.

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brother has one ugly foot and one beautiful.  I have this disorder causes me to fully remember dreams

dreams only

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everything happened in 1985.  words don’t mean.  numbers mean.  tell your gay father he has nothing to do with himself.

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the wind is asleep.  it sleeps outside.
Barton D Smock
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Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)   
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   katrinawillrich, --- and AJ
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