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March 1, 2022 / barton smock

ghostalgia xvi

By the time darkness touches every map, the baby is useless. God a mistake mistaken for a childhood's double life. If there is a horse, there is a horse

thinking only of itself yet also
on the kindness 
of a past 

Sight cooks my eye in a voided spoon.

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