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September 20, 2021 / barton smock

city,

city 141

The angel of eye-level
loses
a crucifix.

Attraction has no children.

A pear
is remembered
in half. Music

knows only 
the locksmith's 
lullaby 
of deep 

looking.

I love about this place
the abandoned weather.

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