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Jul 2018
dropped from a hand-shaped dream

were three fish the length of my beating…



your ghost town anthills

this blank
taxi

seeable

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by horse I mean
thing without a ghost / that we followed with our hair
Barton D Smock
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Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)   
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