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March 10, 2015 / barton smock

(for)

-for Jacob-

when I say there are four of me, I want you to imagine you can board a paper airplane to resume your life elsewhere as a supplier of matches to the triangle of vague nations.

-for Noah-

when I say there are four of me, I want you to fill equally exile and absence with a color you’ve seen twice.

-for JP-

when I say there are four of me, I want you to put my face to a face and imagine two hands shaking beneath a god with six.

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