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September 6, 2019 / barton smock

with ache

a lonely child makes no fist and snow arrives to draw a snake. I mean to chew but forget. your knock-knock jokes have gotten better. I don’t hate your stories. the head-kisser’s


tornado that lost our emptiness.

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