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September 28, 2021 / barton smock

( 2020, lack & sequel

I often believe myself to be dying 
     and fail to miss the restorative absence of touch

On a blue
arm
a mosquito

born in god's
erasable 
kiss.  

A clown 
so early
to the unmoving
dog.  

Most movies
are hidden
by sleep.

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