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January 26, 2023 / barton smock

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A son goes online in a country of grief. In a city of sayings. My teeth don’t fit, is one. Puberty struck the wrong dollhouse match, is another. Enough, though, of that. Angels don’t have a language. Pain uses its ghost to bite god in a dream.

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