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Mar 2013
my father carries a prop wall into a god honest prison scene.  my mother is there with chalk.  in character, her face washes over her face.

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I am survived by my medically fragile son.  the story of my death is told to me by his future wife.                    

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demesne.  a word from dream number three.
Barton D Smock
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Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)   
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