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Oct 2013
my hands miss me.
two aches
on a frosted
window.
I carry my son
as if he’s come
from the freezer.
he is life on the moon.

     hell on earth
stop treating
addiction

like it’s something
you haven’t
attained.
Barton D Smock
Written by
Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)   
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