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Jul 2012
entirely the use of his body.  cigarette like a lover only there to sober his hands five minutes.  anything fell becomes the last link of a buried tow chain.  emphysema, the on again off again j-hook of his right heel run off with devil horn.  how lifts, watch him, the blank assigned weight of your firstborn without housing a single thought.  it is always, this, shoe that drops.  a lifetime of work, say it, **** your mouth away.  your mother has tried to **** him; she a lack river.  handless and is not the one pulls him out or keeps him from being.
Barton D Smock
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Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)   
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