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Oct 2015
as it had not been afforded the opportunity to go mad, we called it woman.  its baby wasn’t getting any older.  our plan was to use its house blindness to burn the oven but its baby got underfoot and its dog whistled our cat to a boil.  my guess is we were trying to be men without blood.  everything we hungered for began to taste the same.
Barton D Smock
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Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)   
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   ---, Mote and AJ
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