barton smock
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afternotesA Poem by barton smockyou die in this poem so often by my unwrapped hand that god promises to salt them less the tornadoes |
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further, ( diets of the resurrected )A Poem by barton smockMoods for whale watchers: As god’s gift to the suicidal mother, a stuffed crow goes a long way. Balloons here lose their mannequin air. .. |
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afternotesA Poem by barton smockwash oh please my forehead with a mother’s handprint, be as sweet as my brothers fawning over the belly of the lov.. |
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afternotesA Poem by barton smocka circus worker smokes as one who dreams of being brainwashed in Eden the details need some space every bee sting .. |
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diets of the resurrectedA Poem by barton smockThe baby has jumped. The baby is trying to find its place in the home of having done. The baby will land and maybe you can say something over it in .. |
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