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June 3, 2026 / barton smock

short the body

I am looking
in this photo
for the grave
of my eye

Barren is the doll of my drinking

A star
learns
the names
of flowers
In pen I write

youngly
on my sneakers
dialogues
for my abusers

Mousetrap, megachurch

Babies hear themselves born

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