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October 27, 2015 / barton smock

upland

within the beating
there were smaller
beatings

delirium, the haunted sandbox

in his, my brother could taste the rib of a mosquito

in mine, I could taste
my voice

them kids had time to fetch

other kids
there was

no hell

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  1. thefeatheredsleep / Oct 27 2015 3:10 pm

    Absolutely loved this

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