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Jul 2013
the town is wiped from the face of my face.  a volunteer pokes himself in the eye.  becomes the rescued map of my brother.  I take my slippers by surprise.  I reach into a sack of masks.  the first is made of cloth.  is yours.  the second of plastic.  is mine.  when one is murdered, the others read the burning book.
Barton D Smock
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Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)   
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