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Jun 2015
brother builds a time machine from trigger warning ****.  brother puts his little earthquake to bed.  brother swears on god’s jawbone he’ll pinch a baby from a pouch of tobacco.  move for move, I match our mother’s stillness.  my eating acts alone.  a symbol for leaving a mark.
Barton D Smock
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Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)   
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