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Sep 2012
fang
in the dull
tooth
of my womb

this sadness

I did not
inherit, that I

cannot
pass on,
does not

make me
human

but some

     third, fourth

     incurious
beast

loitering
in the belly

     of a ruined, or half built

ark
Barton D Smock
Written by
Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)   
537
   ---, ---, vircapio gale and CH Gorrie
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