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Oct 2016
no name
for what
I name
I’m
the news
I get



she couldn’t
bring herself
in life
to talk
to the kids
she had



wounded in the whiteness of god,

his brother was a helicopter
they called
tornado



a sack
of kittens
the swimmer’s
gold
Barton D Smock
Written by
Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)   
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