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Aug 2015
I tell my boy
shuddering
at the word
doesn’t mean
he’ll shudder
at the thing
itself.

I make my girl
another’s
homemade
soup.  she is nervous
mostly
about where
my cigarette
is
now.

what is the search term
status
of ****?

I carry the brain that is bomb in a timeless infant.

the future repeats nothing.
Barton D Smock
Written by
Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)   
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