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December 23, 2020 / barton smock

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I wonder sometimes what god’s mother lost in that bet.

Sleep, darkness, etc.

Return is a number.

A number
a ghost

counting
its teeth.

A father, a child, and so on.

A hand

hand won’t
leave alone.

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