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Jul 2012
balloon, blushing into the side of a mountain.
the hand, that came from the arm, that came
from the room.
the first finder of mirrors.
hair, brushed over the blindfold’s ear.
hair, tucked under.
pet rocks from Palestine.
wrist, dropping like a slipper, from the mouth.
or like a newspaper. nine months old.
Barton D Smock
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Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)   
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