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Mar 2014
the girl

again and again
until she is born

-

this, too, we miss

ahead

-

here is how I know
I am harmed:

somehow
there is no door

not even
a room

yet I am
trapped

-

I understand why guys say muscular, fierce.

they think in wolf pups and they think
in dog

whistles.
Barton D Smock
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Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)   
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