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January 6, 2023 / barton smock


Eye factory, fog, touch machine. Paintbrush, bicycle. Reading lice as less. A dog with nine lives. Movie deer. God pretending to make a forgetful sister for me to live above. The far stomach. An unset mousetrap. The noiseless ear of baby sticklegs. Face tattoos of empty handguns. Your red doll’s hospital bed. Comb as come.

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