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Barton D Smock
Poems
May 2014
sadness my tongue was the moth eaten coat in the vaguest sense of a worm
the hostile witness
left her dorm room
to the daughter
I always wanted.
my son secretly existed
to burn live music.
the baby had nothing between its ears.
my wife saw the light
that was god
that to her
was bait.
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Barton D Smock
48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)
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