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September 25, 2023 / barton smock

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I fall asleep to the kids naming toothaches underwater. The poets I don’t hear from are teaching each other how to die. You do your best impression of the ghost that god killed for knowing which animals can see the future. It’s not a great impression. My kids are alive more often than not. I won’t forget there’s too much time.    

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