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Feb 2017
entries for beginners
horror and recognition are functions of the past. I brought to your campfire an empty dollhouse. I lit with eyesight a haunted cigarette. it’s not your baby, it just can’t flee.
Barton D Smock
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Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
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