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February 26, 2021 / barton smock

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A skull has nothing to do with a seashell and a dryer is not an oven. My brothers don’t remember being taken by aliens, but still believe that god is serious about studying who misses us. My dad has a single idea much like a pregnancy test has none. I dream in twos. The unraised wolf, the worshiped stork. I want a better world, or to get food poisoning from hunger. I hope my son has one friend as harmless as an ear.

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