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May 25, 2016 / barton smock

tocsin

the singlemost mother has heard of a skin cream can turn one into darkness.

a bar of soap that reads palms…

on display for the poker face of birth, you are the vision footage dies for.

you have this father
leaves
no stone
unseen

this brother

haunted
by surplus
aftermath…

before it was an ear, it was where

she scrubbed

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