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Sep 2012
O Lucid Advent
...To die of air, in the thin of...
whose commerce was breath.
Whereby beauty swoons of
itself...compressed revelation
unto thee...come to...O lucid
advent!
Onoma
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Onoma  (N)ow(Y)ou(C)an
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