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Barton D Smock
Poems
Jul 2012
abrades
inside a wall, like a sponge, moves god.
when my hand moves, my hand is upon him.
my son was born, part of my palm, in his brain.
many walk into a room, and recover.
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Barton D Smock
48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)
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