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February 4, 2015 / barton smock

peril

I bit my tongue
when my tongue
was a cloud.

take cover, bones,
says my daughter
dancing.

I crushed my son
like a gift
and offered
god
my tactile
outlook.

stay small, future.

persuade
a peephole
to show
some blood.

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  1. vrinda07 / Feb 4 2015 8:30 pm
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    Such few words and so much power. It’s amazing :O

  2. barton smock / Feb 4 2015 8:34 pm
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    thanks for reading, for saying.

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