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Mar 2014
you were born asleep
and your mind
reached a place
where you had
no hands-

your first memory
is of being aware
that someone
beat you to them.

when given
an alphabet
to recite
you count
as predicted
by your father’s
future.

I have known men
to kick babies
with no more thought
than setting them
to stun.

invent nothing.

words end
but end
on a word.
Barton D Smock
Written by
Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)   
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   Diane
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