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February 19, 2020 / barton smock

from ( diets of the resurrected )

Moods for closure and then the thing itself:

The one I’m destroying and the one you’re saving are not the same. I was ugly, once, but they called me a lifetime behind my back. Poor, twice, but took over for a clown abused by a ghost. On three, my sister’s flashlight takes its little spot from the world. Many of our dead will switch gods.

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