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Dec 2016
As if what's thinly
veiled undone by
spindly fingers...
the limbs of the
tree shook withdrawingly,
as the hand of a great
tragedian.
Laced in ice, one could
see water droplets slide
down their silver tunnels...
in a fine melt.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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