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Barton D Smock
Poems
May 2016
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the night she tried to eat her parents, her brother walked out of his diaper and I told a bone what the body made me do. there was no name yet for the limb you were born behind. no name for what the alien worshiped. landmine
on the moon
we watch
what we are.
Written by
Barton D Smock
48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)
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