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March 28, 2019 / barton smock


the dirt god kept in his mouth while waiting for his mother to fall asleep. the bone your sister broke with her stomach. ghost as angel’s nostalgia. angel as the past of the stickman’s dog. the hole. the tunnel. the arm thrown overboard by a weightless orphan.

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