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September 11, 2022 / barton smock

keepings

I fear sometimes that the world I've given my children is so small that their own children will need found by god. I don't have a cough but my cough has a ghost. Here I am breaking down a plastic spoon for a dollhouse bird. I'm close to telling my body what happened. People who can sleep are liars.

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