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Oct 2016
It's the sensation
of holding a bird
in the palm of
your hands...its
silky belly and
prickly feet want
free.
There's so much
warmth created
just by holding
that upward energy.
To bind wings to
a ball...
the mind should avoid
that at the moment
of death.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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