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Barton D Smock
Poems
Apr 15
sacrifice,
sacrifice 2
Two dreams: I was crying in a horse about death. The horse had branches for bones and had never been awake. I was in the horse because Jesus had seen my wrists. Suicide gets a stickman into heaven. A mother keeps earaches in her palm.
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Barton D Smock
48/M/Columbus, Ohio
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