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February 5, 2018 / barton smock

end musics

when
to become
the star
above the bait
of your death
your son
comes tenderly
to the idea
of your kept
fish
and denies
himself
the spoils
of witness
to miss
hunger
as if hunger
were a sister
breaking
an invisible
bread
over the water
you sang
around

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