Ethel Cain letter 16, 031125 by Barton D Smock

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Mar 11

Dear Ethel Cain

I sleep in the sleep I’ll die in. My heartbeat says too soon, too soon. A hand on god’s eyelid. Nothing.

Written by

Barton D Smock 48/M/Columbus, Ohio

(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)

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