Caressing Its Face by Onoma

Oct 2016

If a moment
may truly have
of itself, the
mind becomes
infatuated with
consciousness.
Caressing its Face--
repeating: I can't
believe you're real...
and I'm not.

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Onoma NYC

(NYC)

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