we brought home the wrong dying baby (vi) by Barton D Smock

Aug 2017

we brought home the wrong dying baby (vi)

the darkness has many stomachs and we’ve no one to tell my son he’s lonely.

seller of the disappearing stone, the mouth names everything and is born after eating a blindfold.

Written by

Barton D Smock 48/M/Columbus, Ohio

(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)

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