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November 19, 2020 / barton smock

( from ) diets of the resurrected

I can’t keep creating the devil that the bogeyman beats you to. Repetition has no birthday.

Time is still the time it takes to draw a creature untouched by human thought.

Ohio genitalia:

It changes nothing that my boy body leaves the seesaw for a tree on its way to lightning.

In a poem called Despair

despair is the wine we age imagery with. In the poem

Tornado, poverty has too

many gods.

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