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Sep 2013
safely, without miracle.  a process the locals call grandfathering.  I want to tell the devil about hell but we’re not on speaking terms.  in visions I nuzzle the backs of angels.  I come to, upright, in the aisle of a private library with my nose in a book of debts.  you worsen.  I believe in order to have something I can stop.  god is everywhere.  I have a job.  a boss heavy on atmosphere.

     I provide ambiance.  no place to raise a child.
Barton D Smock
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Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)   
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   Jenny
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