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Oct 2015
To feel days on
end as quivering
water...to wear air
as a body of
feathers.
To see an
egg in a snake's
mouth, whose
retractable jaws
slip a world
down its throat.
Gathers leavings of
light...
showing one
gently to the door.
On fragility.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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     SassyJ, PoetryJournal, Onoma and Monika
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