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Dec 2015
drawn
because in its guts, poetry knew it was born of two miscalculations. creating god was all for nothing. I think I make my parents lonely.
Barton D Smock
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Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)   
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