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Jul 2012
remote
coarse, now,
the part
of my belly
that prays.

dry ribbon
this road
I could take
to the one
could tell me
it's autumn.

dogs, here, they parrot
the passing
sirens.  and trucks
pull nightly
away.
Barton D Smock
Written by
Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)   
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