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December 27, 2019 / barton smock

from ( diets of the resurrected )

I want for my son a more regular sadness. Not touch with its vacant déjà vu. Not the stutter, untapped, of his far beast. More the fasting of an unknowable fish. A marionette

at a toy

car. Are these hands? They say so little.

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