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Aug 2015
~Yoking
this seasonless
weather...
eyes melt to an
entirety...
to be clean of
particular tears...
let this, let that--
be equal to
not this, not that...
the bodiless embodied,
slack with awe...
Fifth Season~
Onoma
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