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May 26, 2022 / barton smock

ghostalgia xxiii

The hole god says is coming, isn't. 

I still cannot sleep 
if I think someone can see my mouth. 

Earlier, a tunnel was using a tunnel to unmiss abstraction. 

Take the hands 
out of your poems. 

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