COMMUNIONS by Barton D Smock

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Oct 2

Rabbits stick to the tree of blood. I hear everything that I believe. It was snowing. Your father was choking. Bone, he said, in the bread. They don’t even cry.

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Barton D Smock 48/M/Columbus, Ohio

(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)

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