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Jan 2016
how to grieve, how to startle
an echo.

the map is desired that maps the afterlife.

my only (is for a hope)
that bores
god.  

by now
my son
knows more.
Barton D Smock
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Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)   
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