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Sep 2015
the anxious god of my brother’s mirror

said
to me

trees
don’t grow
on trees.

it can’t all be nonsense.  

shoes are being made
for the born.

no one
was fooled
by your
suicide.  more and more

I am more
alone
than the baby

machine.  we touch

touch
via
Barton D Smock
Written by
Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)   
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