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September 12, 2025 / barton smock

eden things

I was sick and tried to finish a cigarette. Online at least I can speak my prayers to a god that leaves me godless. Any weapon you hold has been tested on a child. Any weapon you don't on a field of children put to sleep. I don't love my children because loving puts nearness on a map only angels can fold. I with them watch cringe compilations of miracles. They die but who's counting.

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