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Jun 2015
I blow into the infant’s mouth as if I could prepare an echo for what’s about to happen.  in my dream I am turning on a flashlight that thinks it can scream.  in yours, reincarnation is all the brevity our lord can stomach.
Barton D Smock
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Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
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