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Nov 2017
I try, but can’t make my bed. mom says maybe I’m grief. after coming back to touch me, she wishes herself a bird.

I hope she eats.



then

I had a word for marble that wasn’t marble. both were swallowed.



thirst is not the same as forgetting to drink. god talks up his handicapped friend.
Barton D Smock
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Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)   
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