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June 13, 2019 / barton smock

retreats

I believed in having the one thought that would make me an idea

the mouth is not a trap / the mouth

is trapped

my daughter asks me if there’s a word for the feeling you have when you’re a kid and your father is washing your hair and you think your hair is bleeding. (if there’s another life

there is
now

look, anything that grows is theft.

time passed us by because it knew we were here.

(my eyes weren’t long enough

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