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May 25, 2016 / barton smock

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

a bar of soap that reads palms…

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

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you have this father
leaves
no stone
unseen

this brother

haunted
by surplus
aftermath…

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before it was an ear, it was where

she scrubbed

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