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Jul 2015
I am half
the survivor
I ate for.  

I took my son to a bowling alley and gave him an egg.  

my daughter’s sense of touch
was so delayed
she lost sleep
thinking

of all the things that had turned into her hands.  

communion was god’s plan to leave heaven.
Barton D Smock
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Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)   
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