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Aug 2014
i.

I put two boys to sleep.  before they go, I ask them to picture the person living in my car.  the boys, then,

(to reappear in the adventures of father time limit)

are off.        

ii.

it crosses me that the person in my car is trapped.  is this your car, is this where you put it…

I would have to answer
yes.  

iii.

the night she wasn’t killed
is not unlike
the night
she also
wasn’t

iv.

the night it rained I boiled water in the darkness outside of my mouth.

a mattress slid by, out of reach, and on it

something was whiter or something

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