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Feb 2017
Were you well as sunlight's ascendancy left darkening footnotes everywhere?

Their cerebral pitch and polish--
non compos mentis, were you well?

Stalactited as Nostrefaru's leaking enamel...emergent, crooked shape of a shifting focal point overspread to no more of itself.

Your sun hissed as it plumbed its depth...covert feelers circumscribed the injunction of tongue caught at speak, bifurcated and serpentine.

Wherefrom runnels of india ink ran, corresponded with stones to their haphazard period, numb with duplication...broken down nervously.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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