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August 14, 2019 / barton smock

plain ache

I write to missing things of knowing what took them. given the chance, what could god describe? I don’t know if what I hear is a sound or sound’s hostage, but it’s enough to make light remember losing a child and with it a boy and with him the fourth wolf he killed in his sleep. we don’t come from love, but we love.

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  1. theeditor33 / Aug 15 2019 1:13 pm

    “we don’t come from love, but we love.” Beautiful <3

    • barton smock / Aug 15 2019 1:16 pm

      thanks for reading, for taking the time to say so.

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