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Jun 2014
what they mean  
means
there is one place
to hide.

I come from the woman
who knows
they’ll come
for the baby.

my four children, I need them
to hoard
awareness.

often enough, bad men do nothing.

some err on the side of believing
a woman
is an unfinished
man.

bad night, sitting on a swing, I can look or not look
at a star-

is your mother a one-man fistfight?

my father came out of nowhere.
Barton D Smock
Written by
Barton D Smock  48/M/Columbus, Ohio
(48/M/Columbus, Ohio)   
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