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Apr 2016
A rose screamed ******
******...began smoking
black upon the white ceiling.
The billowy scrawl of a
dispassionate unfoldment...
as its ****** vase soaked
the thorns of last defense.
Freed up in aromatic spasms,
by emotions that felt for
themselves till flat.
There, darkly blessed by
a ****** of shadow and
a dint of light...The Beloved
secured a centerpiece.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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