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September 4, 2019 / barton smock

afternotes

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about the baby,

has it forgotten how to smoke

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mom she rolled ache into our socks at a gas station

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there’s no one to tell
my eyes

I’m early

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to the quiet of egg sac

anthill

are ankles
lost

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